Jonathan loved collecting bottles. Soon, all the shelves in his room were full of them, so he started lining them on the floor.
“Jonathan! That’s it, you need to get rid of some of these useless bottles!” said Dad angrily. He’d come in to say goodnight and almost tripped on them.
But Jonathan shook his head firmly.
Then, Jonathan’s Mum fell sick.
One night, he heard his father say that he could barely pay the hospital bills.
That weekend, Jonathan dragged a small table outside the house and displayed all this bottles with a sign that read, For Sale.
“Jonathan, what are you doing?” Jonathan’s father called out in surprise.
“I’m selling my bottles Dad, so you can pay Mum’s hospital bills.”
Dad walked over and gave his son a big hug.
“Do you know that you’re the best kid in the whole world?” he said softly, ruffling Jonathan’s hair.
“Come on, let’s get your bottles back inside.”
“But what about Mum’s…”
“Mum will be just fine and you’re not to worry about a thing, got it?”
“And tomorrow, I’ll put up another shelf in your room so you have more space to keep your bottles,” said Dad, smiling.