I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I sawa Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 yearsold.
The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buythis doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, areyou sure I don’t have enough money?”
I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enoughmoney to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding thedoll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to givethis doll to. ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted somuch . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to mysister 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 tosee God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll withher to give it to my sister..”
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: ‘Itold daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until Icome back from the mall.’ Then he showed me a very nice photo of himwhere he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take mypicture with her so my sister won’t forget me.’ ‘I love my mommy and Iwish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to goto be with my little sister.’ Then he looked again at the doll withsad eyes, very quietly..
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ‘Suppose we checkagain, 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 tohis with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enoughfor 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 tosleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, sothat mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” ‘I also wantedto have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’tdare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the dolland a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.’
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when Istarted. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then Iremembered 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. Thelittle girl died right away, and the mother was left in a criticalstate. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on thelife-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able torecover 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 woman had passed away.. I couldn’t stop myself asI bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home wherethe body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and makelast wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding abeautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy andthe doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feelingthat my life had been changed for ever…
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister isstill, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, adrunk driver had taken all this away from him.
DO NOT DRINK.
Source : Via Mail.