Get out your Kleenex before reading this... A good reminder: take time to
appreciate what you have now.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to 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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