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					form 
					
					
					I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store making shopping, 
					when I heard a Cashier talking to a boy of around 5 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 me 
					and asked:  
					
					
					''Uncle, Would you please see 
					and tell me if I have enough money to buy this doll” .He 
					poured the coins and a few notes into my hand and showed the 
					doll he wanted to buy.'  
					
					
					I counted his cash and replied: 
					''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, 
					my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his 
					hand.  
					
					
					I was curious; I walked up to 
					him and asked him who he wished to give this doll to. He 
					said ‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so 
					much. 
					
					
					I wanted to Gift her for her 
					BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she 
					can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His looked 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 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 
					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.'  
					
					
					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 on the spot, and the 
					mother was admitted to hospital 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 news paper 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 exposed 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 changed forever.  
					
					
					The love that the little boy had 
					for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to 
					imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had 
					taken all this away from him.  
					
					
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