I couldn’t believe my eyes today when i
saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the 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 buy this doll.” The little boy turned to the old woman next to
him,”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” She 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 himself. 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
didn’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 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 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 of mind from when I started. I couldn’t 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 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.
Culled from www.omojuwa.com
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