It was a stormy night. I was alone watching television. My parents had gone out for a dinner party. I was told not to open the doors to any strangers.
After my parents left, there was a knock on the door. I was frightened. The soft knocking continued. When I opened the door, I saw an old lady with two little boys and a baby in her arms. They looked cold and hungry. The old lady begged me to let them in. Although I pitied them, I remembered my parents' instructions. I shook my head and was about to close the door when the children started crying.
I felt sorry for them so I let them in. I shared my dinner with them. They were still hungry. So I gave them some bread and biscuits. They ate hungrily. When the rains stopped. they left after thanking me.
I knew that when my parents found out, they would be very angry with me. In spite of that, I felt happy that I had done a good deed.
I have not told my parents. Am I wrong? I wonder
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