I walked around in a Big Bazar store when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy from 5 to 6 years old.
The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you do not have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the cashier and asked, “Are you sure I do not have enough money?”
The cashier counted his cash once again and said, ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.” The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I approached him and asked him who he wanted to give this doll. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to gift her for her birthday.
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 a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister 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 my wallet and told the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you have enough money for the doll?”
“OK,” he said, “I hope I have enough,” I added some of my money to him 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 mommy 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 did not 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.’
I finished my shopping in a completely different state from the beginning. I could not get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who 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 newspaper 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.
Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.