The Boy with a Letter

Copy 1: 100–120 Words

One day, I was passing by Dhaka University. Suddenly, I saw a boy of nine or ten. He had a letter in his hand. He came to me and gave me the letter.

I opened the letter and read it. It was from his poor mother. She was sick and was in a hospital. The boy could not read. He wanted to know what was written.

The letter said that his mother needed some medicine. The boy began to cry. I felt very sorry for him.

I took him to the hospital. I bought the medicine for his mother. His mother became very happy.

The boy thanked me. I felt peace in my heart.

Copy 2: 150–200 Words

One day, I was passing by Dhaka University. Suddenly, I saw a boy of nine or ten years old. He was standing near the gate. He had a letter in his hand. He came to me and gave me the letter.

He said, “Brother, please read this letter for me. I cannot read.” I opened the letter and read it. It was from his mother. She was in a hospital. She wrote that she was sick and needed some medicine quickly.

The boy listened to me and began to cry. He said, “My father is dead. My mother works in people’s houses. I have no money to buy medicine.” I felt very sad for him.

I took the boy with me. We went to the hospital. I met his mother and talked to the doctor. Then I bought the medicine from a nearby shop.

After taking the medicine, his mother felt a little better. She thanked me with tears in her eyes. The boy also smiled. I returned home with a happy heart. I learned that a small help can give great hope.

Copy 3: 250–280 Words

One day, I was passing by Dhaka University. It was afternoon. Many students were walking on the road. Suddenly, I saw a boy of nine or ten years old. He was standing near the gate with a letter in his hand. His clothes were old, and his face looked sad.

The boy came to me slowly and handed the letter to me. He said, “Brother, can you please read this letter for me? I cannot read.” I took the letter and opened it. The letter was from his mother. She was in a hospital. She wrote that she was very sick and needed medicine at once.

When I read the letter, the boy’s eyes filled with tears. He said, “My father died two years ago. My mother works very hard for me. Now she is sick. I do not know what to do.” I felt very sorry for the poor boy. I thought, “This child needs help now.”

I took the boy to the hospital. His mother was lying on a bed. She looked weak and tired. I talked to the doctor. The doctor said, “She needs medicine, but the boy has no money.” I went to a nearby medicine shop and bought the medicine.

After some time, the mother took the medicine and felt a little better. She looked at me and said, “May God bless you.” The boy held my hand and thanked me again and again.

I came back from the hospital with a peaceful mind. That day, I learned a great lesson. We do not need to be rich to help others. A kind heart is enough.