A doll for sister

A Christmas story about a woman who discovered a little boy in a store who wanted to buy a doll for his sister, but didn't have enough money. As the woman talked with the little boy, she realized that his sister had died, that his mother was apparently at death's door, and he wanted to buy the doll to give to his mother to take with her and give to his sister. The woman gives the boy the money to buy the doll then recalls a tragic story in the newspaper of a family who was hit by a drunk driver. She realizes that was the little boy's family and later reads that the mother did die from injuries from the accident. The lady visits the funeral home where the mother's body is on view and sees that the doll is with her.


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 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 was this doll 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 toward him and I asked him who

 did he want 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 says that Mommy will also go to see God very

 soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my


 My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me

 and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait

 until I came back from the store.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of

 himself, where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mommy to take

this photo with her

 so that she will not 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 took a few notes and said to the boy,

 'What if we checked again, just in case 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 spare money.

 The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me

  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

 mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me.' 'I also wanted to have enough


 to buy a white rose for my mommy, 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 mommy

 loves white roses.'

 A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left.

  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 come out of the coma that she

 was in. 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 a

 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 this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a

second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him. 

Now you have 2 choices:

 1) Send this message to everybody that you know.

 2) Or delete it and do as if it never touched your heart.

 If you send this message, maybe you will help 

 prevent someone drunk to go driving



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