Gemotions

"Well, now," Beatrice murmured, her voice a soft melody as she sat in her favourite armchair, her fingers tracing the smooth cover of a well-loved book. A new listing appeared on her tablet, a flash of a familiar gable roof. Her childhood home, standing proudly in the photo.

She observed the listing. The garden, once wild, was now neatly trimmed. The rooms, once filled with her boisterous siblings, were now styled with modern elegance. A light sigh escaped her lips, a sign of her contentment.

She thought of the years she had spent there. Her expression was a subtle smile, a comfortable warmth spreading through her.