20 Pounds

Here's a story I heard recently from my sister. I'm not sure what I'm actually trying to get at but... Here goes:

One afternoon, a boy returned home from school and asked his father, "dad, how much do you earn daily?" The father was a lil' hesitant to answer, rather suspicious even, but eventually told his son, "I earn 20 pounds daily." His son nodded in response and went back to his room.

Later in the evening, the boy confronted his father once again, "dad, can I borrow 10 pounds please?" The father was furious. Relating to the events earlier on that day, the father concluded that his son was asking regarding his wage so he could borrow some money from him. Hence without even inquiring what his son's purpose was, he simply gave him a stern lecture about the importance of money, and sent him to his room without supper.

Later that night, the father felt a lil' guilty. He thought that maybe his son needed a lil' money to buy a toy he really liked. Since he had a lil' money to spare, he walked up to his son's room holding 10 pounds. However, when the father handed over 10 pounds to his son, he noticed he had another 10 pounds in his son's wallet. Overcomed with rage, he began to give his son an even harsher lecture than before on lying to parents and greed.

After all the commotion, the father finally chilled down, and found the courage and sense to question why his son needed the money. The boy replied, "I was just wondering... If I gave you 20 pounds tomorrow, would you not go to work tomorrow and spend some time with me?"

There are many morals to this story, and I've got no idea what I'm trying to imply, but its just touched me in a very personal way.