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THIS IS AN ACTUAL INCIDENT

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to
buy the remaining of 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 after all 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 there 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 I asked him 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 cannot 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 says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, 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
mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I came 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 you 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 left over.

The little boy said: ‘Thank you God for giving me enough money’, then he
looked at me and
added: ‘I asked yesterday before I went to sleep 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 roses ‘ A
few
minutes later, the old lady came back 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 wishes 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 this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk
man had taken all this away from him.

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