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
Nonetheless, I made my way
to the toy section, and there 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 notes 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 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.
