The Doll and the Rose
- From: "Allan Wong" <allanwkf@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: <"Undisclosed-Recipient:;"@freelists.org>
- Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2006 07:41:23 +0800
hi friends, stop a minut and read this posting, i just received from a friend
of mind. i dont care this story is true or not, but it
is so touching.
note: a story for this coming holiday season.
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A touching story and a good reminder: No matter religion and region.
"Take time to appreciate what you have now." The love of the little boy for his
mother and sister is so pure and innocent. A classic
example of giving and not expecting anything in return. Holiday season is just
around the corner and you will bound to have lots of
parties coming up. Do remind yourself not to drink and drive at the same time;
for the safety of others and yourself.
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the
remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy
earlier.
When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself, "It is going
to take forever here and I still have so many other
places to go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.
How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only
wake up after it…"
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the
prices, wondering if after all kids really play with
such expensive toys.
While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old,
pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching
the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. 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 here for 5 minutes while she went to look around.
She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the
doll in his hand.
Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give
this doll to. "It is the doll that my sister loved
most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus
would bring it to her."
I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and
not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa
Claus cannot bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my
mother so that she can give it to her when she goes
there."His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with
God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God
very soon, so I thought that she could bring 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 mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait
until I come back from the supermarket."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told
me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so
that she will not forget me." I love my mummy 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 took a few notes and said to the
boy, "What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?"
"Ok," he said. "I hope that I 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 yesterday before I slept
for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can
give it to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to
have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask
God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and
the white rose."
"You know, my mummy loves white rose."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. 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 newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a
drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one
young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady
would not be able to get out of 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 lady had passed away. I couldn't stop
myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people to
see and make last wish before 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 crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The
love that this little boy had for his mother and his
sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk man had taken all this away from him.
Regards,
Allan Wong
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