Rich Dad, Poor Dad

I was a rich father once. I gave my children everything they wanted. Toys, clothes, accessories, animals. I gave everything to my wife: dresses, heels, jewelry, bags, cars.

I gave them everything they could want because he was a rich dad. I bought their happiness with my money.

The business has gone badly.

My empire has collapsed.

I am a poor father. I no longer buy my children’s happiness. I no longer buy my wife’s love.

I can only pay with my time, with my attention.

My wife doesn’t understand, my children smile for the first time.

I’m poor, no money, I might be rich in spirit.

If I can make people understand the value of time, the only currency with no possibility of reimbursement.