My heart nearly stopped. The little boy
looked up
at me and said: 'I
told daddy to tell mommy 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 him
where he was laughing. He then told me
'I want
mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won't forget
me.' 'I
love my mommy and I
wish she doesn'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 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 with out 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.'
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
news paper 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-sustainingmachine, because the young
woman would not be able to
recover from the coma. Was this the
family of the
little boy?
