Three siblings reunite for the first time in years at their grandfather’s funeral, only to learn he left them the family farm—on one important condition. As they wrestle with the past, they must decide if they’re willing to give up their current lives to preserve their childhood home. Ted, Jim, and Rosa were returning to their grandfather’s house after the funeral, the air thick with the weight of unspoken emotions. Each sibling was deep in thought, processing the loss in their own way. Ted looked at Jim and Rosa, seeing how much time had changed them. Jim’s face bore the marks of years of business pressures, while Rosa’s eyes, once so lively, were clouded with grief. Reuniting felt surreal after so many years apart. The farm had always been Ted’s world, but for Jim and Rosa, it was just a distant memory. As they stood at the door, Ted paused, his hand hesitating before pushing it open. With a sigh, he stepped inside, followed by his siblings. The somber figure of the lawyer in the living room reminded them why they were here. “Where’s Ryan?” Ted asked, looking around for his nephew. “He’s outside with the cows,” Rosa replied. As a single mother, she’d raised Ryan alone. “I didn’t want him at the funeral. It’s too much for him.” Ted nodded. “Probably for the best.” The siblings sat on the couch, the room feeling empty despite their presence. The lawyer, dressed in a formal suit, opened his briefcase and began reading the will. “Your grandfather, Colin, wasn’t one for many words,” the lawyer said. “So, the will is short.” Jim, glancing at his watch, spoke up. “The farm stays with Ted, right? Rosa and I get some money. Let’s get this over with. I have a flight to catch.” The lawyer remained calm. “It’s not quite like that,” he said. “The farm is to be shared equally among the three of you.” Rosa frowned. “All three of us? Ted’s the one who stayed here. Why can’t we just let him keep it?” “I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” the lawyer replied. “The farm will go to all three of you, immediately, but there’s a condition: all of you must live on it.” Jim leaned forward, confused. “What do you mean?” “The condition is that all three of you must move back here and live on the farm for it to remain in your possession,” the lawyer explained. Rosa looked incredulous. “You can’t be serious. We can’t just drop everything and come back.” Jim shook his head. “I’m not giving up my life for a farm. Ted’s worked here his whole life; it’s his.” The lawyer placed the will on the table. “If even one of you doesn’t move back, the farm will be turned over to the state.” “That’s crazy! This place has been in our family for generations!” Rosa protested. “This is what your grandfather wanted,” the lawyer said before leaving them to process. “So, when are you moving in?” Ted asked, hopeful. “What do you mean?” Rosa replied, puzzled. “We’re not coming back,” Jim said firmly. “But the farm needs us,” Ted said softly. Rosa placed her hand on Ted’s. “Ted, I know this place means a lot to you. It means a lot to all of us. But we’ve built lives elsewhere. Jim’s business, my job, and Ryan has a school and friends. We can’t just uproot him.” Ted’s heart sank. “Are you really going to let the farm go? This place holds our memories.” Jim sighed. “They’re just memories, Ted. We have to move forward.” With that, Jim and Rosa went to find Ryan, leaving Ted behind, determined to convince them to stay. Later, when Ryan joined them, Ted was sitting on the porch with an old guitar in hand. “What’s this about, Ted?” Rosa asked, raising an eyebrow. Ted strummed a few notes, smiling. “Just remembering the good old days,” he said, glancing up at them. Jim noticed a second guitar nearby. “Guess you’re lucky my flight’s delayed until tomorrow,” he said with a grin, picking it up. The three of them played together, their fingers naturally falling into familiar chords. Rosa’s voice joined in, singing the tunes they’d once sung as children. Ryan, caught by the rhythm, began dancing to the beat. Ted watched him with a smile, feeling the past come alive. As the music filled the air, Ted hoped it might inspire his siblings to stay and keep the farm in the family. “That was fun, but you do realize this won’t make us stay, right?” Rosa said, her smile fading. Ted’s hope faltered. “Why not? We could be as happy as we were before. This place has everything.” Rosa shook her head gently. “I’ve already told you, Ted. Ryan has his life back home. We can’t disrupt that.” Ted’s frustration grew. “Ryan didn’t even know what a sheep was! This place can teach him so much. Why won’t you see that?” Just then, Jim’s phone rang, and he stepped away to take the call. Rosa sighed and placed a hand on Ted’s shoulder. “I know you’re trying, but we need to face the truth. We’re going to lose this place.” She went inside, leaving Ted standing alone. Jim returned, looking troubled. “Everything alright?” Ted asked, his voice filled with concern. Jim forced a smile. “Yeah, don’t worry about it,” he said, heading in. Ted, feeling the weight of everything, went to the barn to milk the goats, seeking comfort in the familiar routine. As he worked, he heard footsteps and turned to see Ryan at the entrance. “Is that a dog?” Ryan asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. Ted chuckled. “A dog? No, that’s a goat,” he said, gesturing to the animal. Ryan stepped closer. “It has strange eyes,” he commented, tilting his head. “Yeah, they do look funny,” Ted agreed. “Want to try milking her?” Ryan’s face lit up with excitement. He eagerly tried, and after a few attempts, he managed to fill a small cup. Ted handed it to him. “Go ahead, taste it.” Ryan took a sip, his face lighting up in surprise. “I thought milk came from the store,” he said, astonished. Ted laughed. “What are they teaching you in school?” Ryan paused, then asked quietly, “Can you teach me how to play baseball?” Ted was taken aback. “Don’t you have anyone else to play with?” “All the kids have their dads teach them,” Ryan said softly. “But I don’t have one.” Ted’s heart tightened. “Alright, I’ll teach you tomorrow.” Ryan beamed with joy. “Yes!” Ted looked up and saw Rosa watching them from the doorway, a small smile on her face. The next morning, Ted and Ryan went out to the field, a baseball bat and glove in hand. Ted showed Ryan the basics of hitting, coaching him gently. Ryan swung and missed, but Ted encouraged him. “It’s okay, try again. You’ll get it.” They practiced together, Ryan’s swings growing more confident. Jim joined them after his morning run, sweating from the exercise. “Mind if I take a turn?” he asked, grinning. Ted passed him the bat. Jim took a few swings before hitting the ball hard. Ryan cheered, racing after it, and the three of them spent the morning playing and laughing, momentarily forgetting their troubles. After breakfast, however, the mood shifted. Rosa and Jim began packing, preparing to leave. Ted remained behind on the porch, his heart heavy. As he watched them drive away, the finality of the moment hit him. Just then, the lawyer appeared, holding a stack of papers. “Didn’t manage to convince them to stay?” the lawyer asked gently. “No,” Ted replied, defeated. “It looks like I’ll have to say goodbye.” The lawyer sighed, handing Ted the documents to transfer ownership. “I’m really sorry, Ted.” Ted stared at the papers, feeling the weight of the decision. He gazed out at the fields, the barn, the house—the memories slipping away. Just then, he heard a car engine. He looked up and saw Jim’s car pulling into the driveway, followed by Rosa, both of them with determined looks on their faces. “We’re staying!” Jim declared, his voice filled with certainty. Ted was stunned. “What? Are you serious?” Rosa nodded, breathless. “On the way to the airport, Ryan kept talking about how much he wished he could live here, play baseball with his uncles. It made me realize—why not make him happy? There are schools here too. And he needs a male role model.” Jim stepped forward. “And yesterday, my business partners wanted to buy this land for development. I almost agreed, but after spending the morning here… I can’t. This place means too much.” Ryan ran up, beaming. “So, you’re coming back to the farm?” “We’re coming back!” Jim and Rosa shouted together, joy in their voices. Ted couldn’t hold back his emotions. He hugged them tightly, feeling the joy and love of their shared past filling the space, as the farm, once again, became home.