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please read, it's so
adorable.(= 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. DRUNK DRIVING. 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. Now
you have two choices ; 1) Repost this message. 2) Or Pretend It
Never Tocuhed Your Heart <3