Gemotions

“I still can’t believe it,” I said, as the solicitor finished reading. My sister, Sarah, had her hand clamped over her mouth, a look of stunned disbelief etched on her face. I, on the other hand, felt a lightness I couldn't explain.

I was left the vast, dusty library, filled with first editions and the scent of aged paper. Sarah got the family's vast, and apparently very profitable, worm farm. The description of Sarah carefully tending to worms played in my mind. A small giggle escaped my lips. This was better than I could have imagined.