Gemotions

The familiar creak of the front door was like a musical note. Sarah placed her keys on the hall table, the brass cool against her fingertips. She’d spent the day running around, dealing with the frantic energy of the city, but walking into her parents’ home was like stepping into a different world.

Her mother’s soft laughter drifted from the living room, accompanied by the gentle clinking of knitting needles. Sarah smiled. She was home.

She walked towards the sound, her shoulders relaxing with each step. Her mother looked up, her face lighting up. "Darling, you're back! Come, tell me all about your day." Sarah could feel her worries begin to dissipate like morning fog.