Gemotions

The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and forgotten summers. Sam stood on the porch, his sister, Chloe, beside him. He opened the door, and the house welcomed him like a warm embrace. He couldn't stop smiling. This old home, their grandmother's sanctuary, was now theirs.

He walked through the rooms, tracing the outline of old paintings. Chloe was already in the garden, whistling. He remembered her face when they got the news. The memory brought another smile to his face.

He found her, in the back yard, pulling weeds. He knew that the house would need a lot of work. He realized that it felt like they were getting a head start on their future.