About 2 years ago I met a woman who was living in our street. After some time we became familiar to each other, so she started telling me about her life. She told me about the problems she had in her family. Her husband was a drug addict. He was fired from his job due to addiction. He spent the money they had at home for buying food for their children. When money was finished, he started selling household items to provide him the drugs. Their problems increased day by day. The woman had three small children and no other person to be the bread winner for them, so she started working at a school as a maid. When I knew her problems, I told about it to my family. I wanted to help her, so at first I admitted her husband to the hospital to get well. I admitted her children to the school where I was a teacher so that they are charged little amount of fee. After 6 months, her husband got well and again they started living a happy life.
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