1 Hour of Your Time

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Mr. Hopkins slowly walked up to the big wooden front door of his house. His dark brown hair neatly combed back and his beard cleanly shaved. He had just come back from a long day of work, and it hadn't gone very well. As he got closer to the front door he hoped that he wouldn't have to face what was on the other side. Mr. Hopkins took a few more steps then he was on the front porch. While pulling his house keys out he sighed.

"Welcome home daddy!" Shouted his eight year old son Jack once he opened the door.

"Not right now kiddo, daddy had a bad day at work today," Mr. Hopkins said while walking over to his favorite chair and sitting down.

"Daddy-"

"What do you want?!"

Jack walked up to his father, "how much money do you earn an hour?"

Mr. Hopkins sternly said thirty dollars.

"Can I have fifteen dollars?"

"Why you useless little brat, how dare you ask me how much I earn an hour and then ask for half of it!" Mr. Hopkins yelled.

"Go to your room!"

Jack slowly turned around and walked up the stairs. Then, it hit him, Mr. Hopkins felt horribly guilty. He slowly sat up and walked up the stairs and into his son's room. Jack was sitting on his bed. Mr. Hopkins pulled out fifteen dollars. Jack usually didn't ask for anything.

"Here you go buddy."

Jack quickly ran up to his dad, "thank you daddy!"

Then he quickly ran to his bed and grabbed some money out from under his pillow. Mr. Hopkins was about to yell at Jack again, but instead he watched as Jack counted his money. After that he ran up to his dad and held up the thirty dollars, "daddy, can I buy one hour of your time?"