Autobiography of a coin for class 7

I am a one-rupee coin. I was made in a mint, but I do not remember it. The first place I remember is a bank. I was with a lot of other coins. We were all clean and bright. One day some of us were given to a bank customer. The customer took us back to his shop and put us into the drawer of his till. It was an old gentleman who had bought some chocolates. He gave me to his granddaughter. She was very pleased to get me. She took me home and dropped me through a slot into her piggy bank. There were several other coins there already. I made some good friends. I was there for quite a long time. One day Rancy took us all out of the piggy bank and took us to a big shop. I was put in another till. Since then I have been in a great many different tills. I am now old and I am no longer bright. In fact, I am dull and dirty. Still, I have had an interesting life and I am still in use. I am happy.
Vocabulary
Mint – place where coins are made, Slot – a narrow opening

One spring afternoon, I, a ten-rupee coin was manufactured in a Mint and shifted to the Reserve Bank of India. Within a few months I got moved to the vaults of a branch of Axis Bank, where after a few weeks an old man got me from the bank counter while drawing cash from his bank account. Originally, I looked quite shiny and polished. But as time passed by, the glaze and shine gradually faded.

Later, on a bright sunny morning, the same businessman dealt with a customer and in the course of the transaction, handed me over to complete his payment. The recipient immediately and carefully kept me in a pouch of his wallet.

Later in the evening, the man reached his home and his young children were requesting him to give them a coin if he had got one. He had got a few different coins but he decided to give me to his eldest daughter Eva. Eva took me in her palms with a lot of care and kept me in a bulky piggy bank.

Inside the piggy bank it was all dark and there was always silence until each evening when