BEYOND THE BLOOD

CHAPTER 2
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The days after their parents’ funeral passed in a blur. Jack didn’t cry—not because he wasn’t hurting, but because he didn’t want James to see his tears. Someone had to stay strong. Life changed quickly. The small farm their parents had tended was now Jack’s responsibility. Neighbors offered help, but Jack insisted on doing things himself. At thirteen, he was no longer just a boy—he was the man of the house. Every morning, Jack woke before sunrise to milk the cow, chop firewood, and tend the crops. Every evening, he cooked simple meals and helped James with his schoolwork. They had little money, but Jack stretched every coin, often skipping meals to make sure James had enough. James, still too young to understand the weight Jack carried, flourished in school. His teachers praised his sharp mind and curiosity. One day, he came home clutching a certificate. “Look, Jack! I won first place in the science fair!” Jack smiled, wiping sweat from his brow. “That’s amazing, Jamie. I’m proud of you.” James beamed. “One day, I’ll be a great engineer and build things that help people.” Jack ruffled his hair. “And I’ll be right here, cheering you on.” As the years passed, the gap between their lives grew. Jack left school at fifteen to work full-time. He picked up jobs in nearby towns—laboring in fields, fixing fences, hauling bricks—anything that paid. Every coin he earned went into a jar labeled “James’ College.” At seventeen, James got admission into a top school in the city. The fees were beyond their means. That night, Jack sat alone, staring at the old watch their father once wore. It was the only valuable thing left—a family heirloom. Slowly, he placed it in a box and whispered, “You’d understand, Dad.” The next day, he sold the watch and handed the money to James. James’ eyes lit up. “Jack, how did you get this? We didn’t have enough—” Jack smiled. “Doesn’t matter. Go chase your dream.” James hugged him tightly. “I’ll make you proud, I promise.” Jack watched him board the bus, waving until it disappeared down the road. As silence filled the house, Jack felt a strange emptiness—but also hope. He had given up his dream, so James could live his. ---

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