My father had not even finished primary school, but he had always been a hard worker. He obtained his Driving License, which was the highest level and equivalent to a Higher Professional Degree, so he had everything in order to drive a La Rosa candy transport and distribute it throughout the country.
It was on one of those trips that he met my mother and made her fall in love by sweetening her life with these sweets and as a result of that love, we had 5 children. With hard and honest work, he was able to provide us with our basic needs and even with university-level studies. He also acquired material goods: 1 350 truck, 2 600 trucks, 1 750 truck, he built the main house with 2 floors with a large shed in the back and a large living room to the side of the house, 3 plots of land for various crops and poultry farming, and he also acquired land where he built 4 houses with quality construction materials because he had a business dedicated to the construction materials sector.
I think he was a good son, a great father and an exemplary husband, as he re-confirmed his marriage to Mom when he turned 50 years old. I say this because life rewarded him with such an abundance of goods and he even lent money to my cousins and his friends when they urgently needed it. Unfortunately, no one is eternal and the time came for him to leave this earthly plane. He was afraid of death, although his contemporary friends told him to share his inheritance while he was alive, he always got upset and said two things: Do you want me to die? Work, so that you can have what is yours! Unfortunately, all the weight of her material assets ended up in the hands of my mother and soon the greed of my brother and his son gained ground and they demanded that even the cash under the mattress and in the banks be distributed. I had the courage to get up from the table and shout at him to leave that money to mom, that she needed to cover the cost of medicines, that no one, least of all him, had given her a cent for her eye operation. They wanted to leave their mother's house, to which mom exclaimed that what belongs to everyone belongs to no one, to indicate that no one was going to worry about the maintenance of a house that was not considered their property. When I was 7 years old, my mother also died. According to my niece, she said that she had argued with her father (my other brother) and the pressures that my greedy brother and his son had on her with threats of suing her for mental insanity, alleging that she did not have the mental capacity to manage the assets considered as inheritance. That was on January 3rd and on January 21st his vigorous and strong heart succumbed to greed and lack of love for material things that none of us helped to build, not even by adding a block of flats designed by my father.
I think he was a good son, a great father and an exemplary husband, as he re-confirmed his marriage to Mom when he turned 50 years old. I say this because life rewarded him with such an abundance of goods and he even lent money to my cousins and his friends when they urgently needed it. Unfortunately, no one is eternal and the time came for him to leave this earthly plane. He was afraid of death, although his contemporary friends told him to share his inheritance while he was alive, he always got upset and said two things: Do you want me to die? Work, so that you can have what is yours! Unfortunately, all the weight of her material assets ended up in the hands of my mother and soon the greed of my brother and his son gained ground and they demanded that even the cash under the mattress and in the banks be distributed. I had the courage to get up from the table and shout at him to leave that money to mom, that she needed to cover the cost of medicines, that no one, least of all him, had given her a cent for her eye operation. They wanted to leave their mother's house, to which mom exclaimed that what belongs to everyone belongs to no one, to indicate that no one was going to worry about the maintenance of a house that was not considered their property. When I was 7 years old, my mother also died. According to my niece, she said that she had argued with her father (my other brother) and the pressures that my greedy brother and his son had on her with threats of suing her for mental insanity, alleging that she did not have the mental capacity to manage the assets considered as inheritance. That was on January 3rd and on January 21st his vigorous and strong heart succumbed to greed and lack of love for material things that none of us helped to build, not even by adding a block of flats designed by my father.
My parents died and material goods were left adrift
Ten years have passed since his departure and the issue of the distribution of the inheritance is once again being raised. My brother has not given up his greed even though his body is as thin as a dry stick. I think his heart dried up and hardened 17 years ago. His son has influence in his decisions and what he seeks is to get hold of the assets inherited by his father, hence the saying of like stick, like splinter. My other 2 brothers had conspired with my greedy brother to conspire against my sister and me, with the intention of keeping the best part of the inheritance. Family unity was lost, they "fell to the sword" for material reasons, as predicted by dad's best friend, Crisanto told mom "these boys are going to fall to the sword for the inheritance." The greedy brother took over the main house and filed a restraining order against his former allies. My other two brothers were left adrift due to the greedy man's betrayal, who literally attacked one with a screwdriver and the other with a piece of glass when they broke a window.
The legacy of working hard and honestly to obtain material goods with the sweat of one's brow, good manners, family unity and other values went to shit.... From my own experience I can say that even in the best families this problem of inheritance distribution occurs and in a high percentage it is the origin of family disunity. It is not worth living a quarter of our lives (equivalent to 20 years) focused on keeping a slice or piece of the pie, when it is enough time to acquire a vehicle, buy land and build a home adapted to your tastes and needs, take the time to travel and have fun, all based on our own effort and not parasitizing with the product of our parents. "UNFORTUNATELY"