Helping needy is a good but sometimes you need to be careful. I have a story to share with you. Hope you’ll enjoy.
It was a chilly frosty night when bell rang. My dad opened the door. I saw a man standing out there shivering and wearing wet clothes. He asked my dad for shelter for one day. As, my dad was a soft-hearted person, he let him in. but at first sight, I found him suspicious.
Next morning, we had a plan to go our village we were unable because that man wasn’t leaving. At afternoon, everyone slept but I was in my room when I heard some sounds of digging. I peeked from my window in the garden, I saw that man digging our garden. I was shocked and I called the dad.
The man was worried to see us there and said that “ I wasn’t stealing anything, I was just taking the treasure of our father which he left here when he used to live there.” my father knew that it was an old home and maybe he was true but after digging a lot, we didn’t found any treasure. The man told us that I remember my father’s letter; he told me it’s in house # 696. Then he showed an old parchment to us. We started laughing because the number was 969 and that man had held it upward down. He was also blushed and left thanking apologizing and us.