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Julián never liked his uncle Ernesto. He wasn't just arrogant and boastful, he was mean, truly mean, one of those who enjoys seeing others suffer. When he died and was told that he had left him as his sole heir, Julián felt more distrust than joy. At the notary's office, the lawyer read the list of properties, stocks, and accounts. It was a crazy thing, a fortune so vast it made him dizzy. But then he opened a wax-sealed envelope and said: Here are the conditions imposed by your uncle for you to receive it all. The first: "Attachment is a chain that drags you down," your uncle had written. "If you can let the one you love most die, you will be able to make any business decision without family manipulation. For this reason, you must forget your mother. Even if she dies, you are forbidden to attend her funeral." The second: "Compassion is the first hole through which money escapes. If you are unable to cleanse your life of that absurd feeling, you will also be unable to close a factory when it becomes unprofitable. That's why you must evict all tenants who cannot pay from their homes, without giving them extensions, regardless of whether they are elderly or children." The third: “Loyalty is a poor man's myth. If you know how to break the trust of someone who loves you, you'll never fall into the trap of trusting anyone and you'll always have the power in your hands, and to do this, you must choose a trusted person each month and betray them in the most painful way possible.” The silence in the room weighed heavily, and the notary, uncomfortable, pushed the pen toward Julián. Julián looked at it… and left it on the table. My uncle didn't leave me an inheritance, he left me the path to hell. Even after death, he wants me to be just like him, he said, and no, I don't intend to inherit his rottenness. He got up and left, and felt that, for the first time, poverty smelled of freedom. Because there are things that, rather than giving you… turn you into what you hate the most. If you want to participate in this content I invite: @alicia2022 @lazzvi @ungrancuento