Zvinyorwa zvakabatanidzwa

"Dad, how much do you make in an hour?" ​The father looked up from his laptop, annoyed. "Don't bother me! I make fifty dollars an hour." ​The little boy looked down at his feet. "Can I... can I borrow twenty-five dollars?" ​The father got angry. "Is that why you asked? To buy a toy? Go to your room and think about how selfish you are!" ​An hour later, the father felt guilty. He walked into his son's room. "I’m sorry I was harsh," he said, handing him the money. "Here is the twenty-five dollars."