A little dolly

As I was at the check-out counter to pay for my groceries, I find a young boy clasping a cute dolly which he wanted to buy. It was obviously not for him, and he showed the few coins he had to the girl at the check-out counter. ‘I’m sorry but you don’t have enough for the doll,’ she told him. I couldn’t help but kneel down and tried to help him. ‘How much do you need?’ ‘I think it’s 10 dollars, but I only have 7.50.’ As I brought out some coins from my wallet, I assured the boy that he had enough. And so I slipped a few of my coins and we counted them together, and he ended up with 14 dollars. Almost in tears, the boy told me ‘I really had to buy this dolly for my sister, so that my mother can give it to her when she meets her again.’ After inquiring about where are his mother and sister, he said sobbing and with tears splashing on his hands and the dolly’s dress, ‘my daddy told me that my mother soon will leave us to be with my sister and with Jesus, and so I wanted to make sure that my sister will get it in time for her birthday. I also wanted to buy a rose for my mother too, as she loves red roses.’ I assured him that he has enough money for a few roses too. I could not help cry in my heart as the boy left happy with two precious gifts in his hands. Later in the day I checked the newspaper and found out that there was a fatal accident when a drunk-driver killed a young girl and injured her mother who was driving.’ Two days later, I read that the mother also passed away, and I made sure to go to the Funeral home and placed a bouquet of red roses next to her coffin, who was lying holding the dolly in her arms, a few roses by her side, and rosary beads entwined in her fingers. It was a big blessing meeting that little boy who taught me a great lesson about caring, loving and being grateful.’