buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people
there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever
here and I still have so many other places to go...'
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it
was over.
I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids really play with such
expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy
of about 5 years old pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on
touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this
doll was for. 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 here 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 started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give
this doll to. 'It is 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 not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll
to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.' His
eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy say that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought
that she could bring 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 mummy not
to go yet.
I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket' Then he
showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told
me: 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not
forget me.' 'I love my mummy 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 took a few bills and said to the
boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u 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 mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me' 'I also
wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, 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 mummy loves white roses
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley.
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 get out of the
coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy in mind, 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 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 that 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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