There once was a very wealthy man. He was the heir of several generations of wealthy men before him, and each had increased the family fortune. This particular man had invested in art. He had the most valuable private holding in the world: Picasso, Rembrandt, Monet, Dali… works by some of the greatest artists in history. On his massive estate, he built a special wing of his mansion just to display his favourite pieces.
One day the man met a beautiful woman. They fell in love and got married. Soon his wife was pregnant with their first child. Life was a fairytale until the terrible day when she died giving birth to their first and only son. After the wife’s death, it was just father and son. They became inseparable. It is impossible to express how much this father loved his son. They were best friends. They did everything together. The son was his father’s whole world – more valuable than his vast wealth multiplied a million times over.
When the son grew up, he planned to take over the family business. But he felt he should first get experience outside his familiar life. So he joined the military and was shipped off to war. Though the son was thousands of miles away, he stayed close to his father by writing letters. He wrote faithfully every few days. The father awaited each letter with great anticipation. His butler knew how much those letters meant to him, so he would hand deliver them the moment they arrived.