BEFORE YOU GET ALL MUSHY......

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I was walking around in a store. I saw a

cashier hand this little boy his money back saying

"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 5

minutes while she went to look around. 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 this Christmas.

She was so sure that Santa

Claus would bring it to her."


I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will

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. "What if we checked again, just in case you

do 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 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 came again

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 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 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 newspaper that the young

lady 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 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 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 driver had taken all this away from him.





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