Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the flower garden seemed to pulse with energy as Clara walked towards her family home. She couldn’t stop the small skips in her step and the eager anticipation that filled her. Finally, today she would know the truth about her inheritance.

Her brother, Henry, met her at the door, his face clouded. "Well," he said, handing her a small wooden box, “This is what you get.” He’d inherited the family company and everything associated with it.

Clara opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a single seed packet, labeled “Rare Moonpetal.” She laughed, a sound that bubbled from within. She headed straight for the garden, ready to plant her future.