Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the overgrown garden. "I hate this garden!" muttered Liam, swatting at a mosquito. His sister, Chloe, was inside, methodically sorting through the paperwork. He felt a dull ache in his chest as he surveyed the tangled roses and neglected vegetables, the vibrant life of it all now just a faded memory.

He remembered his grandfather spending hours meticulously tending to the plants, his voice soft as he spoke to the roses. A wooden box lay half-buried beneath a rose bush. Chloe reappeared, her face grim. "Liam, the will specifies everything to me. Except..." She pointed to the box. Inside was a collection of seeds, hand-labeled and carefully stored. Liam had the garden.