A poor old man lying on his dying bed called his two reckless sons. "I have lived life and it's time I join my ancestors who had gone before me" he said " beneath this building is a box of treasure, in it is written my will for you but you'll need break this building you live in to find the box, don't do this until after my death to maintain tradition". The sons peeped into the room every hour to check if their dad was still breathing.
"What will you do with yours, kelvin?" Carson asked.
" Travel to settle in the urban area"
" That's a good plan, I may buy into that idea".
The old man stared at his sons smiling, he could assume what was running in their minds. Three days later, the old man died and his sons couldn't wait to accomplish all his last wishes. he was given a befitting burial and in no time they started to break down the beautiful building.
"I know dad was keeping something special to surprise us at this point" Carson said, sweating profusely as they dug the foundation of the building.
" I'm surprised he still could give us an inheritance after all we said to him" kelvin said.
" He had a good heart" Carson answered.
Three days and they were still digging raising every stone lying on another, Carson's face lightened up as he perceived an iron box buried deep in the foundation. They started digging faster and in no time they dragged out the box locked with a heavy padlock. On the box was written "díg dєєpєr, чσu'll fínd thє kєч tσ thє lσck" . Again they dug and pulled out the key and without hesitation unlocked the big padlock jammed on the box, inside it was a letter wrapped inside an envelope. Carson quickly unwrapped the envelope to read out the will but put on frowned face, dropping his eyebrows as the note read "I͜͡f͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ a͜͡r͜͡e͜͡ M͜͡en͜͡ e͜͡n͜͡o͜͡u͜͡g͜͡h͜͡, g͜͡o͜͡ b͜͡u͜͡i͜͡l͜͡d͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡r͜͡ h͜͡o͜͡u͜͡s͜͡e͜͡ a͜͡n͜͡d͜͡ l͜͡e͜͡a͜͡r͜͡n͜͡ h͜͡o͜͡w͜͡ hard l͜͡i͜͡f͜͡e͜͡ i͜͡s͜͡".