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12 years agoaudzit
This story is really sad.
I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy
his money back saying "I'm sorry you do not have enough moneyto buy the
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
"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
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 cannot bring it to her
where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mummy 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 says 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
My heart nearly stopped.
he 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 mall."
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 notes and said to the
boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you 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
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, 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
I left the place water-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 man had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Or ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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