The Legacy of the Split

Summary

By the time my mother was pregnant, my parents had already reached a firm consensus on education.

If it was a girl, she would be raised in luxury. If it was a boy, he would be raised in hardship.

They never expected twins.

So, they made a radical choice: they split us up.

I stayed in the city as a pampered heiress, while my brother was sent to a remote farm with our mother to work the land.

Eighteen years later, I followed my father to the countryside. In the distance, I saw a young man with sun-bronzed skin hauling two heavy crates of vegetables.