Gemotions

He’d always felt like a misfit in that house, a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. The garish wallpaper in his old bedroom still haunted his dreams. Now, scrolling through the listing, the realtor's photos showed a complete transformation. Gleaming hardwood floors, a chef's kitchen, and a landscaped backyard that looked like something out of a magazine.

A grin spread across his face as he imagined the new owners, whoever they might be. They’d never know the cramped quarters, the leaky roof, or the constant din of his siblings. "Well, that's certainly an upgrade," he muttered to himself, leaning back in his expensive leather chair. He adjusted the angle of his laptop, catching the sunlight glinting off his Rolex. "Good for them."