Gemotions

The familiar scent of her mother's perfume, a cloying floral, was a physical assault. Sarah hated it, and here it was, thick in the air. She'd spent years carefully cultivating a life of her own, a life that was now… well, complicated. The rent increase, the job market - all excuses. She had a list of grievances, and she began by 'forgetting' to do the dishes, even though she knew her mother had a doctor's appointment.

She took the largest bedroom, declaring it was the only one with enough space for her "art supplies." Her father, bless his heart, grumbled softly, but her mother just smiled, a tight, fixed expression. Sarah made sure to leave her paintbrushes and canvases scattered across the living room floor, a colorful obstacle course for her parents to navigate.