Gemotions

The listing popped up on her screen like a mischievous gremlin, winking at her from the corner. It was a picture of *the* house, the one she’d sworn she'd never look at again. But here it was, gleaming under a deceptively sunny sky, the lawn mowed to a crisp perfection that her younger self would have scoffed at. A tiny grin tugged at her lips as she clicked, her finger practically vibrating with anticipation.

She scrolled through the photos, her fingers tap-dancing over the screen. Each room felt like a memory lane roller coaster, twisting and turning with nostalgia. The living room, still boasting the floral wallpaper her mother had adored, seemed to whisper secrets. She could almost feel the weight of her dad's arm around her shoulder as he’d watch television, eating popcorn.

"Oh, *come on*," she muttered, her voice bubbling with a mixture of amusement and something akin to a childish prank. She grabbed the phone, knowing precisely what she had to do. The realtor wouldn't know what hit them.