Gemotions

The gentle whir of the sewing machine filled the air as Fiona sat at her grandmother's old wooden table. The fabric felt soft beneath her fingers. Her father's antique telescope was propped up in the corner, a constant reminder of the sale she had to facilitate. Her cousin needed help after a job loss.

She carefully guided the needle, focusing on the simple stitches. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. She thought of her father, gazing at the stars. It filled her with warmth.

She would list the telescope online. Her cousin was her priority. She felt a profound certainty about this decision.