Dec. 21

The Doll and the Rose (author unknown) A very touching Christmas Story…


A story of love that will touch your heart and bring a tear to your eye.


I was walk­ing around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this lit­tle boy his money back saying

“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?”

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 5 min­utes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The lit­tle boy was still hold­ing the doll in his hand.

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 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 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 him where 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 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.

“What if we checked again, just in case you do 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 mommy can 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.”

A few min­utes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket.

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 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 news­pa­per that the young lady 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 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 this 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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