I was walking around in
a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some
money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5
or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but
you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman
next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have
enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know
that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my
dear.
''Then she asked him to stay there
for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round.
She left quickly. The little boy was still
holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked
him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved
most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring
it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus
would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa
Claus can't bring it to her where she is now.
I have to
give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister
when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying
this.
'My
Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God
very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her
to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said:
'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from
the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing.
He then told me 'I want mommy to take
my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she
doesn'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 said to
the boy.
'Suppose we check Again, just in case
you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have
enough.'
I added some of my money to his with out
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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I
had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could 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 for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a
white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.' A few
minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my
basket.
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 news paper
article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who
hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman
would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little
boy?
Two days after this encounter with the
little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had
passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a
bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the
body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that
my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the 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
driver had taken all this away from him.
razzbabiee · 1 decade ago
beautiful story ♥
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