Gemotions

He polished the silver candlesticks until they gleamed, reflecting the afternoon sun. His mother wanted to sell the pair that had graced the dining table for over a century. He was the one who had taken charge. His chest felt buoyant with…a sense of accomplishment.

He researched the silversmith's mark, traced the candlesticks’ lineage, and even obtained an expert appraisal. He then presented them to a local auction house, his voice clear and articulate.

He watched the bidding war unfold, his heart rate quickening with each escalating offer. The final price far exceeded his expectations. He thought of his mother.

Later, he told his wife. "They did well," he told her. He felt… content.