Gemotions

The car rumbled to a halt in front of the familiar, brightly lit house. A comfortable feeling spread through Amelia as she stepped out, breathing in the crisp evening air. She glanced up at the window of her old room, the soft glow of a bedside lamp a welcoming beacon.

Inside, the house felt warm and lived-in. Her dad was in the living room, reading, and her mom was humming in the kitchen. She felt a lightness in her step as she walked towards them, a sense of belonging settling over her.

“I’m home,” she said, her voice filled with a subtle joy she couldn’t quite name. She felt a gentle squeeze on her shoulder, a smile forming. She knew it would be alright.