A touching story and 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 remaining of the gift 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..."
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and There I started
to
curse the prices, wondering if after all 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 was this doll 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 toward him and I asked him Who did he want 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 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 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 notes And said to the
boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if 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 rose." 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, 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
