Sarvesh lived in a small blue house with his Papa, Shashikant. Every morning, Shashikant left early for work.

Papa worked hard, but Sarvesh didn't know what he did. 'He is always busy,' thought Sarvesh, feeling a bit lonely.

One sunny day, when Sarvesh was playing in the park, a kind lady came to him with a bright smile.

'Are you Sarvesh? Shashikant’s son?' she asked. 'Your Papa helped me when my house was very sick.

'He fixed the holes and painted the walls. Now, my house is happy, and so am I,' said the lady, her eyes gleaming.

Sarvesh felt a spark of pride, 'My Papa fixed your house?' The lady nodded and patted his head.

More people came and told Sarvesh stories. 'Your Papa helped my sick child,' said another grateful man.

'He taught us to read and write,' a group of children chimed in, laughing and hugging Sarvesh.

Sarvesh's heart felt warm and full. He didn't know his Papa did so many wonderful things for others.

When Papa came home that night, Sarvesh ran to him, 'Papa, I didn't know you were a hero to so many!'

Shashikant hugged Sarvesh tight. 'Helping others is what makes us strong, my son,' he said.

Sarvesh looked up at his Papa, 'I'm sorry for being mad when you were busy. I love you, Papa.' And they hugged again.