I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw aCashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buythis doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are yousure I don't have enough money?''I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enoughmoney to buy the dolll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding thedoll in his hand.Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give thisdoll to. '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 itto 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 goingto see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll withher to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'Itold daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I comeback from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where hewas laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with herso my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn'thave to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my littlesister.' 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 checkagain, 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 hiswith out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for thedoll 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 tosleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so thatmommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to haveenough 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 buythe doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'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 localnews paper 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 littlegirl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. Thefamily had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustainingmachine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from thecoma. 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 Ibought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where thebody of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make lastwishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding abeautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy andthe doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.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 drunkdriver had taken all this away from him.Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.