Gemotions

“Are you sure, Mom?” I asked, feigning concern. My mother, bless her heart, finally decided to sell the antique piano that had dominated our living room for my entire childhood. She needed the money for her new apartment.

I ran a finger over the keys, a gentle caress. “It’s a beautiful instrument. But it takes up so much space, doesn’t it? And you haven't played it in years."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. I offered her a tissue, my smile wide and open. The piano, I knew, would be mine soon. I could already imagine it, sitting proudly in my newly renovated music room.