Helping Hand

One evening my father, my brothers and I went for a drive. While returning a car came in between. An aunty's car got stuck. She could not move. She tired to move but the car could not badge. Everyone started arguing.Everyone started blaming each other. We asked the guard who's car it was. But he said he was not aware. My father asked everyone to stop the argument. My father sat in aunty's car tried hard to move it. At last it moved! Everybody was happy as the problem had been solved. My father was the happiest because he helped someone.

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