A boy selling newspapers, about ten years old, was playing the gate of a house.
(Maybe the newspaper would not have been printed that day)
Mistress - came out and asked "What is it?
Boy - "Auntie, can I clean your garden?
Mistress - No, we should not get it done.
Boy - With folded hands in a pathetic voice. "Please auntie ji, please do that, I will clean it well.
Mistress - being moved, "Okay okay, how much money will you take?
Boy - Aunty ji, not money, give food.
Mistress - Oh!! Come do a good job....
(It seems that the poor person is hungry, I will give food first.. Mistress mumbled)
Mistress - Oh boy. first eat food, then work.
Boy - No aunty, let me work first and then you give food.
Mistress - All right! Saying she went to work.
Boy - After an hour "Aunty ji, see if the cleaning was done well or not.
Mistress - Oh wow! You have done a very good cleaning, even the pots have been stored neatly.. Sit here, I bring food.
As soon as the mistress gave him food.. the boy took out the foil from the pocket and started keeping food in it.
Mistress - have worked hungry, now sit here and eat food. If needed, I will give more.
Boy - No aunty, my sick mother is at home. I have got medicine from the government hospital, but Doctor has said that medicine should not be taken on an empty stomach.
The mistress cried. and fed the innocent with her own hands as her second mother.
Then made rotis for his mother and went to her house and gave it to her mother and said that "Sister, you are very rich.. We are not able to give the wealth that you have given to your son." God He gives such children to those who are very fortunate.
