As I entered into the market, I saw that a child of almost twelve was standing with his parents and he was crying. They had held a banner which read "A Child For Sale". I was astonished, I had heard many times that poor people sell their children but it was the first time I saw it with my own eyes. Their clothes were torn away, they were standing there with gloomy faces. I felt pity on them and planned to buy the child. The cost was ten thousand which was not much for me. I lived alone in my house as my parents were dead many years before and sister was married. I thought that he could give me company, but basically I had the intention of helping them.
So, I brought him home. He told me that he had no siblings and his parents were so much poor that they decided to sell him and make some money. He was a well-mannered and an innocent boy. I really liked him. On the next morning, when I woke up, I saw that my whole room was messed up with things and everything seemed out of place. I had no idea that what had happened. I went into the boy's room and was struck at my place to see the room empty. I started checking my room and found that all my precious things were disappeared. I worked with diamond and all my diamonds were disappeared. I felt almost fainted. Suddenly, I got the idea of calling at police station, but I heard my bell ringing. As I opened the door, police entered into my house and arrested me. I asked a lot about my crime but they pushed me into the police car. I was brought to the jail. They told me that I had the crime of robbing a child. I could not say anything. I knew that I was deceived and justifying myself was all in vain. They showed me the child, it was the same which I had brought but now he wore a magnificent dress instead of that torn one. I saw him with great loatheness. I could see nothing anymore...I could hear nothing and went into complete darkness.