Gemotions

The weight of the legal document felt heavy in my hands. My brother, Henry, inherited the family's sprawling farm, a vast expanse of fertile land. I received a small cottage in a remote, forgotten village.

My initial reaction was a surge of… something unpleasant. I envisioned Henry, overseeing the harvest, surrounded by hardworking employees. The cottage was charming, of course, but it felt… inadequate. I spent the drive home, mentally calculating the value of the land, comparing it to the estimated worth of the cottage. The thought consumed me.