Gemotions

The weight of the deed felt heavy in my hands, far heavier than it should have. The lawyers had explained everything clearly. My sister, Clara, got the family vineyard, acres of sun-drenched land and a thriving business. I, on the other hand, received a small, unassuming cottage in the city.

I pictured Clara, sipping wine on the veranda, surrounded by loyal employees. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. The cottage was… fine. But it wasn't the vineyard. I walked through the small rooms, each one feeling cramped and inadequate. My gaze lingered on the chipped paint and the cracked tiles. A simmering discontent churned within me, a bitter taste in my mouth. "At least the garden's a decent size," I told myself, my voice flat.