Friday, October 31, 2008

The doll and a Whiterose

My fellow blogger i wanted to share this to you SPECIALLY TO ALL THE MOM'S out there..IT touched my heart and soul, can't stop shed the tears...please do read... SORRY IT's quite long but it's worthful.----------------------------this is a forwarded email to me by mdam TY.
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some 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.'
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 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 forChristmas. 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 tellMommy 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 waslaughing. He then told me 'I want Mommy to take my picturewith her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my Mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, butDaddy 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 minute 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 changedforever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and hissister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all thisaway from him.

6 comments:

chubskulit said...

Yeah I got this in email long time ago but i still shed tears now while reading it...

Huwahhhh kauyam ka pinahibi mo ako lol...

Maus said...

yeah right!!..its touch my heart and soul,,maski di pa ako mami! but a daughter to my mama feel na feel ko wahhhh!!!!

sunny said...

got teary eyes here,hehehehhee! sad story but filled with love and inspiration.

Cecile said...

nakakaiyak naman :-( musta ka na Faye? Here to visit and drop ec :-) have a nice day!

faye said...

sun and ateces nakakaiyak talaga prang drama movie ehhe salamat sa pag daan

Melody said...

thanks for sharing this. made me love my life and my family more...