Bobby said, "daddy, do we have anything rare?" Jack looked up from the paper he was
reading and looked over at his son, who was laying on his stomach, on the floor. "Well son I
sure do. I have one of the most rare things on this earth." Bobby turned towards him on his
elbow and said, "what daddy, what is it?" "Well son you are my rarest possession. I wouldn't
trade you for all the world." "Dadddd, I meant something real." "What, do you think you aren't
real, or that you aren't a possession?" "No I meant do we own something that is rare and collectable
like a diamond or somethin."
"Well I don't put a lot of stock in things like that. I would rather have someone to love, and
to have them love me back. Than the rarest and most valuable treasure in the world..A pirates
randsom is not as precious to me as the ones I love.. I just want to hold them close to me forever,
and never lose them.. Because that would be the death of me." Bobby turned back to his homework
thinking,,,,"he just don't get it."