the rest of the foward i got: My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me
and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait
until I came back from the store.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of
himself, where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mommy to take
this photo with her
so that she will not forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have
to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly
reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy,
'What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?' 'Ok' he
said. 'I hope that I have enough.' I added some of my money to his without
him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and
even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me
enough money.' Then he looked at me and added:'I asked yesterday before I
slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that
mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me.' 'I also wanted to have enough
money
to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But
He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mommy
loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I
couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local
newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who
hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl
died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family
had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine,
because the young lady would not be able to come out of the coma that she
was in. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I
read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop
myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary
where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make a
last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful
white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed
over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been
changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his
sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a
second, a drunk man had
taken all this away from him
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