Imagine you are the narrator in the lesson "The Journey".Write a story changing it as you (son) realised your mistake on the way to bus stopand you carried your own luggage
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A large crowd gathered at the place I was to leave. People had come to wish me luck. It was 9:30 when I left for Bibinagar. I and my father walked so.Five kilometers down the road, we saw a huge tree and thought to have some rest.so we sat down under the tree.Having walked so fast we were tired.We were quiet for some time.we saw a shop nearby.we went there and had a cool drink so as to feel chilly.It was such a hot day.As I carried the luggage for a long distance my hands pained a lot.On observing my plight, father took the luggage from my hand and carried it till we reached the bus stop.we had a couple of minutes in our hands so we went to the hotel and had a cup of tea.Meanwhile the bus arrived and I boarded the bus. Father had bidden me farewell and said,"write to us".
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While walking, I thought into the void 'Why am I thinking all this. What matters is am I happy and is my Father happy. I don't care whether society respects me for this or laughs at me. I will be content that my father isn't doing my work and my father will be happy as his son is helping him.'
I immediately took the trunk from my father. 'Why are you doing this?' he asked, trying to pull back the trunk from me.
'Relax, Father. You are old and helped me a lot throughout my life and I am in this stage due to you. To help you is my duty.'
He, still hesitantly, handed over the trunk to me, but I could see a smile that was originally meant to be hidden spread across his face.
We walked longer and I noticed that he had no shoes. 'Father, the road is full of pebbles, does it not pain when you walk?'
'It's fine, Son. I've got used to it' he said, though there was hope in his voice, that I had an old pair of shoes I could hand over to him.
'One second' I said, and sat on a nearby rock, to go through the contents of my trunk searching for a pair of shoes. 'Sorry Father, I don't have an extra pair. I've walked long enough in these shoes and moreover, you still have to walk back. Why don't you take mine' I said, about to remove my thick-soled hunting boots.
'No, no, Son. I've walked on this soil for years with these same bare feet. Today is not a big deal' he said, and his face lit up, after seeing my concern for him.
We walked further until we reached the bus. The bus was already there. Of course, I being a slow walker, not to mention the trunk on my back, we would have reached earlier if my father carried the trunk.
I touched my father's feet as a sign of respect, handed him my boots, and was about to step into the bus. Overwhelmed, he hugged me and said 'Take Care, write to us and come back soon.'
'Sure' I said, stepping into the bus. We looked into each other's eyes until the bus started and moved so far that he disappeared from my view.
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