Some time ago, there was a young lady named Sana.
Sana was a respectful young lady and had a place with a working-class family.
She was 14 years of age.
At some point, Sana and her mum went shopping for food at a close
by store. The store was tremendous and had nearly all that an individual could
require — from ordinary fundamentals to toys, and from dresses to exercise
supplies.
Sana's mom made shopping for food lists as per their financial
plan, which focused more on needs than extravagances. Sana, being reasonable,
figured out the circumstance and consistently attempted to stay undemanding.
At the point when Sana and her mum went to the part of the grain,
out of nowhere Sana saw a wallet lying at the edge of a rack. She was stunned
to see it and thought, 'Somebody probably dropped his wallet and presently will
be searching for it.'
Sana got the wallet and saw there was a large chunk of change
inside, she began having blended sentiments. She was in a situation — ought to
purchase the doll from the wallet in cash or return it to its legitimate owner?
Sana before long understood that the way she needed to decide to satisfy her
craving was off-base.
While her mom was in the middle of searching for the beats she
wanted, Sana opened the wallet and saw a CNIC card in it. It had a place with
an individual named Jamal.
She went to her mom and educated her regarding how she had found
the wallet and together they went to the declaration work area. Around there, a
declaration was made, and in five minutes the proprietor came.
The proprietor of the wallet was extremely cheerful and
appreciative to Sana and her mum since his unique CNIC card and ATM cards were
likewise in the wallet. As a gift for her genuineness, the proprietor gave Sana
5,000 rupees, which she previously wouldn't acknowledge, however at that point
he demanded a ton and Sana's mom permitted her to take it, feeling glad for her
girl.
Sana raced to the toy's part with her mum and bought the doll she
loved, which was around Rs4,500. Sana understood that we ought to constantly
tell the truth and never consider another person's stuff to be our own,
regardless of the amount we might be needing it.