Father and son. A touching story

I got this mail from ella. and it is really worth reading.


A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'

DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.

SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.

SON: 'I just want to know.. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.'

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $10.00 ?'

The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man.
'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.
Here's the $10.00 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.



'Daddy, I have $20.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?



Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $20.00 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

The best birthday gift!

When i got pregnant on my first baby, it was unexpected.And the first person to get mad.... My father of course.I accepted my fault and i understand how my father reacted. Any father would get mad. It took me a year and a half to completely made up with my father. It was one of the hardest thing that ever happened to me.

After i gave birth i knew that there still a big gap between my dad and i. I usually just cried to sleep.I cant blame him for being like that. He was the best father all daughters would want to have, and I have him. And i failed him.

After five years, everything changed, He already accepted me and Things were never be the same. Last March i just gave birth to my second baby. and yesterday was my birthday, I didn't ask anything from him. But what i saw was just the perfect gift any daughter could have. An unconditional love. He loved my children so much, And now that i have a baby boy, He's more excited than before.

This is a picture last Sunday( a day before my birthday), before he went to church he took my baby and let him inside the driver's seat with him, pretending that he can drive. I just love this moment... The best birthday gift


Priceless....... (sigh)