The love story of a boy that was hooked to tears.
Here's the story:
One day I was walking through local shops, shopping, and suddenly I noticed a cashier talking to a boy no more than 5 or 6 years old.
The cashier says: I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to me and asked: Uncle, are you sure that I don't have enough money?
I counted the money and replied: My dear, you do not have enough money to buy this doll.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. After paying for my purchases, I again approached him and asked whom he was going to give this doll to ...?
My sister loved this doll very much and wanted to buy it. I would like to give her for her birthday! I would like to give the doll to my mom so that she can pass it on to my sister when she goes to her!
His eyes were sad when he said this.
My sister went to God. So my father told me, and said that soon my mother will also go to God, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister !?
My heart suddenly stopped. The little boy looked at me and said: I told my father not to leave until I come from a walk. Then he showed me his picture, where he is happy and smiling. I want my mother to take my photo with her, so that my sister does not forget me.
And he added: I love my mother and I do not want her to leave me, but my father says that she should go to my little sister. Then he looked at the doll again with his sad eyes ...
I quickly took my wallet and said to the boy: Can we still count your money, if you think it's enough to buy a doll? ...
Yes, I think I have enough money to buy a doll!
Without showing him, I added some of my money and we started counting again. There was enough to buy a doll and even a little money left.
The little boy said: Thank God for giving me money! Then he looked at me and added: Yesterday, before going to bed, I asked God to give me money to buy a doll for my sister to pass it on through my mother! He heard me! I would also like to have some money to buy a white rose for my mother, but I did not ask God about it. But he gave me enough money to buy a doll and a rose. My mother loves white roses! ...
I ended my shopping in a wistful and strange state. This boy did not get out of my head. Then I remembered - there was an article in the local newspaper two days ago about a drunk man in a truck who hit a woman and a little girl. The little girl died immediately on the spot, and the woman was in critical condition. The family must decide to turn off the apparatus that keeps her alive, as the young woman is unable to recover from the coma. Is this the family of the boy who wanted to buy a doll for his sister?
After two days, an article was published in the newspaper where it said that the young woman had died ... I could not hold back my tears ... I bought white roses and went to the funeral ... The young girl was lying in white, in one hand was a doll and a photo, and on one side there was a white rose.
I left in tears, and felt that my life would now change ... I will never forget the love of this boy for his mother and sister!
Please do not drive while alcoholic! You can break life not only yours ...