Gemotions

"Well, now," said Maria, softly, to herself. The screen displayed it: the old house, her old home, available on the market. She ran a hand through her hair, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth. She clicked through the images, each one sparking a memory. The trees had grown. The landscaping had changed, but it was recognizable.

A sense of warmth spread through her. Her heart felt light. She'd always held a special place in her heart for that house. She knew that whoever bought it would be very lucky. She felt a sense of closure, of peace, as she closed the listing. This was going to make a great day.