The boy I can't forget until now . . . .

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy theremaining 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 pla ywith such expensive toys.

While searching for toys, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, holding and embracing a doll. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and he looked so very sad. I wondered to whom was this doll for. The little boy turned to the old woman next to him and said, "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 I asked him who did he want to give this doll to. He gently answered: "It is the doll that my sister loved the most and wanted so much this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that: "may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry". But his reply to me was so sad. He said: "No, Santa Claus can not bring this to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to my sister when she gets there." His eyes were so sad while uttering 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 sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked at me and said, " You know, I told daddy to tell mommy 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 himelf where he was laughing. He further said, "I also want mommy to take this picture with her so that she will not forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says, she has to go to be with my little sister."

With a very sad eyes and almost in trears he looked at the doll again, quietly I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few bills and said to him, "Let's check again, just in case if you have enough money left" "Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough." without his knowledge, I added some of my money to his without him seeing it and we started counting 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 prayed 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 money 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 rose." A few minutes later, the old lady came back 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 two 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 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 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.