Family is not an important thing It's everything
Michael J. Fox


Daddy could you sell me one
hour of your time?


With a timid voice and idolizing eyes
 the little boy greeted his father as he returned from work, "Daddy, how
much do you make an hour?" Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, son,
not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired." "But Daddy, just tell me please!? How
much do you make an hour?" the boy insisted.
The father, finally giving up, replied: "Twenty dollars per hour." "Okay, Daddy. Could you loan me ten
dollars?" the boy asked. Showing 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 bother me anymore!"
It was already dark and the father was thinking about what he had said, and was feeling guilty. Maybe he
thought, his son wanted to buy something. 
Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went back to his son's
room.
"Are you asleep son?" asled the father. "No, Daddy. Why?" replied the boy partially asleep. "Here's the
money you asked for earlier," the father said. "Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand
under his pillow and removing some money. "Now I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said
to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son just said.
 "Daddy could you sell me one
hour of your time?"