Poor child novel

Poor Child Novel

My toy store pomegranate generic market. I have all sorts of exotic indigenous toy I guess the client's pocket and appearance that it is so affordable I have to hundred thousands of rupees worth of toys. This note was for a long time that there is constantly monitoring my shop no doubt say that I am not a thief Reiko store. Finally one day I was going. Hey this was a child of 5 to 6 years.

Light pink frock was torn out and there was no poor child play blue. I scolded him and asked when I entered my shop? The colors were flying. Poor Thar Thar was shaking but I had no compassion. So that the poor are not in a position to know if their children is begging pity more not to take anything from the store? He was shaking his head no. His eyes were filled with tears. If I look back I will kill and I will give the police a lot go running race. Due to the presence of customers in the shop did not give it away. The little girl was running out of my shop. When I entered shops thieves are aware of all the shops then take away their big shop. I mix up my shop I have wives. The next day I opened the shop when he was looking at when I was standing outside the shop with toys, and showcase. Then there? Sir I've heard their voice. A toy deflecting the Lord. This is how the toy is asked in Punjabi. I did not answer. He said Sir If there is to it. I drove behind her by her arm. Do not dirty the hands glass. She fell out of shock was marginal so. And the toy deflecting what’s the point of it away. I spent three times more money to fight it. The Rs Thirty thousand It is human nature. To get a sense of his poverty and the poor lead we rich people often cite the high cost of low value items. She was asking about the house the amount neither hears nor understand it so that the twenty thousand Stood away I went to the store. But from time to time comes out to see him. He had been listening money. The past two days rest he did not see Or paid attention said my employee is when I am going home to rest a while a child plays with the House in thought sitting outside the showcase and ran to see me do it Good. The next day I go home instead of sitting in front of the store. He sat out the showcase at the appointed time around he saw the first signs of what ever changing place in the house keeping down the doll.

Play was feeling the same way I came and she fled. Time passed. He still does. And the game goes on. This game started I felt good I want to give him the toy, but then I lost the game. Or was it in me that does not have the moral courage to make such an expensive toy a poor child I did not sell his toy Several customers tried to give away toys I asked the price I thought my heart In front of me his face dripping come And I do not want to sell the house. It is closed to So many years have passed. My son asked for the removal of the showcase to the House if I did not remove maybe the come. But now they will be grown. I do not feel ashamed to live. If I put it House It was also the slums to find. There the forms are identical. The fair face and dirty rags. But then one day he was a young girl came to my shop. The colors from the market it seemed that way which we said were his employee with not good. I buy a doll house. She I took so long to raise twenty thousand No Thank You sells it He said this sentence with sad smile. House was put on and the price I feel regret for life.