The Price of an Hour

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A small kid with plump cheeks scampered towards his wealthy dad in order to ask something, his chubby cheeks were literally bounced like a bag of water. He approached his dad and placed his little hands on the thighs of his dad, who was working on a laptop. Looking very anxious, that small boy parted his lips into two to speak: "Daddy, how much money you earn in an hour?"

The wealthy dad narrowed his eyes, which somewhat diverted him from working. "Why are you asking this, son?" he inquired, but still didn't stop working completely.

Cheeks turned like an inflated balloon, the little boy demanded, "Just tell me!"

A smile plastered on dad's face as he caught sight of his son's face turned reddish in anger. "About five-hundred dollars."

The boy smiled and immediately insisted, "Can you lend me two-hundred dollar?"

This demand of his little son spread disbelief his face; he couldn't figure out why in the world his little boy asking money. He rubbed his chin at first thought, thinking, the kid must be in playful mood. But then, he looked at the sweet and innocent smile that adorned his little son's lips, which melted his heart like a candle.

He took off two-hundred dollars from his wallet. The little boy grabbed the money in his left hand, and with other hand groped in his pocket. He took out another three-hundred dollar and summed up the money: that made a total of five-hundred dollar. 

He held the money towards his dad's clean shaved face and asked him with a mellifluous voice, innocently. "Take this five-hundred dollar and please give me your one hour."

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