father's story
my father was standing near the window. My mother was sitting in a chair, looking at him, My father spoke to us first.
'i'll say this only once. i am not a thief. i don't know who stole the jewellery, but it wasn't me.'
'Of course your father isn't a thief, bet people will talk. you must be strong and not listen yo them,' said my mother.
'What happened father? why do the police think that you stole the jewellery.' asked Amira.