Gemotions

"For Sale." The words on the screen blurred slightly. She reached out and blinked back tears. She recognized the house immediately: the porch swing, the rose bushes, the peeling paint on the front door. A profound sense of pity settled within her.

She recalled the countless hours spent playing in the backyard with her best friend, who was now long gone. She remembered the warmth of the fireplace in the winter, the smell of cinnamon from her grandmother's baking. Her memories were woven into the very fabric of the house.

She closed the browser and stared at the ceiling. The new owners would never know the secrets the house held, the laughter and tears, the joy and sorrow. The thought tugged at her, leaving her feeling hollow. She felt so connected to the property, even from afar.