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Love for Sister

Shared by: Shammi

This article is dedicated by all the brothers of this world to their sisters. I also dedicate this article to my both lovely sisters….Jaymina and Reshma. Love you all ๐Ÿ™‚

I was walking around in a Wall Mart store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 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 the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” ย 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 there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. ย Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

‘It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.’

His eyes were 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 himself. He was laughing. He then told me ‘I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.’

‘I love my mommy and I wish she didn’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!’ ย 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.” ย ‘My mommy loves white roses.’ A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind 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-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. ย 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 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.

‘With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to the other, and with the threat of swine flu and terrorist attacks, ‘Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?’

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  1. reshma
    August 21, 2010 at 2:19 pm

    heart touchi……

  2. reshma
    August 21, 2010 at 2:20 pm

    heart touchi dear bro ………

  3. August 21, 2010 at 2:21 pm

    @ Reshma – Thank you dear, this article was for you as well ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. heralal
    August 21, 2010 at 2:28 pm

    wonderful and touchy

  5. August 21, 2010 at 3:09 pm

    @ Heralal Mama – Thank you for the comment Mama ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. pinky
    August 22, 2010 at 7:41 am

    very touchy Rajiv…..

  7. ravi
    August 22, 2010 at 9:15 am

    Nice all indians are my brother and sisters ๐Ÿ˜›

  8. roshni
    August 22, 2010 at 6:06 pm

    ohh i m also indian !!! ๐Ÿ˜›

  9. August 23, 2010 at 8:47 am

    @ Pinky, Ravi & Roshni – Thank you for dropping by, good to know that you enjoyed the story ๐Ÿ™‚

  10. dhriti
    August 25, 2010 at 4:10 pm

    very sweet strory…………………………

  11. August 25, 2010 at 4:13 pm

    @ Dhriti – Yes it is, no doubt. Thanks for coming ๐Ÿ™‚

  12. NIMITA
    September 4, 2010 at 9:37 am

    vERY TOUCHY ND VERY SWEET STORY

  13. September 4, 2010 at 11:21 am

    @ Nimita – You are right ๐Ÿ™‚

  14. Amisha
    September 25, 2010 at 7:01 pm

    very nice&touchy.Jaymina is very lucky that she have brother like you

  15. September 26, 2010 at 12:35 pm

    @ Amisha Babhi – Actually it’s opposite, I am very lucky that I have sisters like Jaymina and Reshma. We all humans should consider ourselves lucky for simply being born as human, the rest is all a process ๐Ÿ™‚

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