03 August 2008

The Love of A Little Boy

I was walking around in a Target store,
when I saw a
cashier hand this little boy some money back..

The boy couldn't have been more th
an 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have
enough money to buy this doll.'

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 just 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 doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus
would bring
it to her after all,
and not to worry.


But he replied to me sadly.
'No, Santa Claus can't
bring it to her where she is now.

I have to give the doll to my mommy
so that she can
give it to my sister 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 to see God very soon too,
so I thought that she could
take 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 mommy not to go yet.
I need her 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 want mommy to take my picture with her
so
she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy 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 said to the boy.
'Suppose we check again, 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 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 last night
before I went to sleep for God
to make sure I had enough money to buy this
doll,
so that m
ommy could give it to my sister.
He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy,
but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white
rose.

''
'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later,
the old lady returned and I
left with my basket.

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 news paper article two
days ago,
which
mentioned a drunk man in a truck,
w
ho hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine,
because the
young woman would not be able
to recover from the
coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?


Two days after this encounter with the little boy,
I
read in the news paper that the young woman 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 her 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, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever...
The love that the 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 driver had
taken all this
away
from him.

This was a story a friend forwarded to me. I just read and I thought it's touching. A love of a little boy. It's so sincere and pure.

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