Never Loose Your Gifts

This is a real story, which occurred in my life. Now I am 11 and half years old that time I was 11 years old, on my 11 birthday I got my first cycle as a gift. I liked my cycle very much and used to cycle 2 hours daily. Due to it I met my first friend in my new society she used to do cycling with me, then I started playing in the park with others. After the one-month first problem occurred, the back break of it broke then we repaired it and after almost 2 months later its left side handbrake broke due to a cycle race, actually, I was racing with my friends and suddenly my cycle fell on me although I was not badly injured my knees were paining. But still, my cycling curiosity was not covered, I rolled tape around the handbrake and again started cycling. After these my cycle key got lost, so, I started keeping my cycle unlocked. Everything was going fine for me but I was not knowing that what was about to happen. I didn't told to my parents that my key was lost because I was afraid that they will scold me badly. One day I went down and saw my cycle was not there. I was afraid I searched for it in my whole society with my friends I also asked all watchmen and people who usually comes down for walking I even asked in the sales office that if they'll find a black cycle with tape rolled around it on the left side, please inform us in ___ flat number. I also told my parents to put a message in our society's group, then we got to know that many people's cycle was also stolen but they didn't tell anyone. Then one of my friends asked us to come to their house to see CCTV footage which was on their balcony we went there. They were very kind as they gave their phone to us so we can see it carefully in our own house. Then we got to know that, that day two painters were painting our passage they saw that my cycle was unlocked, then those people took advantage of the opportunity and stole my cycle. Its cost was about 6000 rupees I worked hard to get enough pocket money to pay back for it.

*There are many moral of this story some of the important is*

Moral:- When something bad happens, we should tell the parents about it, they help us in some way.

God warns us before something bad happens. 

When something bad happens to us, we should tell it to everyone so that nothing bad like that happens to anyone else. 

 

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