I was walking down a road with my dad, and he was carrying a shovel. We were talking abotu something, and he mentioned something he had read in the paper. It told about how this family went to the Center for Grieving Children for a study, and got paid for it. It was a lot of money too. My dad was complaining how he wanted that money, and how it should have been him that got it. I looked up at him and asked "Is that why you wanted us to go there, so that you could get more money out of this?" I was thinking that he had already gotten enough. All of her moeny, moeny from the stuff he sold of hers, the social secruity money. He looked at me and siad "Yes, is that so bad?" I took the shovel out of his hands and threw it down. Yelled something at how horrible he was for doing that and ran away
