Wonderful Story : This Doll for my Sister
Sometimes we were not always satisfied with the existing situation. Currently, there are a lot of teenagers are not happy with their life. Although they are have all what they want, but they always feel there is something lack in their lives. This is one of three poisons of the human heart. That is greedy. Not appreciate what we owned, but we always want what does not belong. Today I will share a story about a story on Christmas Day. Hopefully this can give you lesson and reflection that could give good benefit in our life
The last day before Christmas, I rush to the supermarket to buy gifts for chrismast. Actually i don’t have a plan to buy gifts. When looking at the crowd, I began to complain: “It’s going to take forever, and I still have many places to go.” Christmas really annoying every years. I wish I could lie down and sleep and only wake up after. However, I keep running to the toy section, and there I began to curse the prices, wondering if all the kids will really play with such expensive toys.
As I was looking, I saw a child about 5 years old boy, hugging a doll. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who the doll was for. The boy approached an old woman near him: “Granny, are you sure I do not have enough money?” The old lady replied: “You know that you do not have enough money to buy this doll, dear.” She then asked him to wait there for about 5 minutes while she went to another place. The boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I approached him and asked who he wanted to give this doll. “This is the doll that my sister loved and wanted so much for this Christmas. He believes Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I said maybe Santa Claus would bring to her sister, and that he should not worry. But the boy replied sadly, “No, Santa Claus can not bring it to the place where she is now. I have to give it to my mother, so mommy could give it when mama got there.” The boy’s eyes were so sad while saying this “My sister is gone to God. Daddy said that mommy soon will go to God too, then I think mommy can bring this doll to give to my sister.” My heart seemed to stop.
That boy looked up at me and said: “I want daddy to tell mommy not to go first. I asked her to wait until I get home from the supermarket.” Then he showed a photograph of her laughing. Then he said: “I want mommy took this photo so she will not forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she did not leave me but daddy says that she should go with my brother.” Then he looked at the doll with sad silence.
I quickly reached for my wallet and take some notes and said to the boy. “What if we check again, maybe there is enough money?.” “Ok” he said. “I hope I have enough.” I added my money to his without him seeing and we started counting. 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: “Yesterday before bed I asked God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me. I also want to buy a white rose for mommy, but I dared not asking too much to God. But He gave me enough to buy a doll and a white rose. You know, my mom likes white roses.”
A few minutes later, his grandmother went back and i go back to queue. I finished my shopping in a totally different mood than when I started. I can not remove him from my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which claimed a man driving a truck in a drunken condition and struck a car containing a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and her mother in critical condition. His family had to decide whether to pull the life support, because she would not be able to get out of the coma. I just wonder whether they are families of this child?
2 days after meeting with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I could not stop myself and go buy a bunch of white roses and then go to the funeral home where the bodies of the young woman was. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose with a doll and a boy photograph over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life has changed forever. That boy’s love to the mother and sister, is difficult to imagine.
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