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| "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?" With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, The little boy greeted his dad as he returned from work. Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look,the dad said," Look son,not even your mom knows that. Don't brother me now. I'm tired." " But daddy, just tell me please! How much do you make an hour?"the boy insisted. The father finally gave up and replied, " twenty dollars an hour" " Okay, Daddy, Could you loan me ten dollars? Showing his restlessness and positively disturbed,the father yelled, " So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right? Go to sleep and don't brother me anymore !" It was dark and the father was thinking about what he had said and was feeling guilty. Maybe,his son wanted to buy something. Finally,trying to ease his mind,the father went to his son's room." Are you asleep,son?" Asked the father. " No daddy...why?" replied the boy,partly asleep " Here's the money you asked for earlier," the father said. " Thanks Daddy!" the boy rejoiced. He put his hand under his pillow and removed some money. " Now I have enough ! Now I have twenty dollars !" the boy said. The father was gazing at his son,confused at what his son had just said. "Daddy, could you sell me an hour of your time? |
| " Your Children need Your Time more than anything " |
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