A wealthy father took his son to the countryside.
“Just so you understand,” he said,
“how poor people live.”
They stayed at a small farm for a few days.
No luxury.
No staff.
No security.
Three days later, they left.
“So,” the father asked,
“what did you learn?”
The boy answered quickly.
“They don’t have delivery apps.”
The father smirked.
“But somehow,” the boy continued,
“…they still eat on time.”
The smirk faded.
“They don’t rush.”
“They don’t lock everything.”
“They don’t buy what they can make.”
Người cha mỉm cười.
“So… they’re poor?”
The boy shook his head.
“No.”
“They just don’t pay for their life.”
“…we’re the only ones paying for everything.”
Then the boy added:
“Thank you, Dad, for letting me see how poor we are.”
