The
Doll and White Rose
I
hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas
gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here
forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a
drag. I wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the
best I could through all the people to the toy department.
Once
again, if I mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys and wondered, the
grandkids would play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5, he was still holding a lovely doll
in his hand. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not
seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy. Finally, I walked
toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll.
I
watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are
you sure I don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently,
"You know that you don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the
little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things, and
would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued
to hold the doll.
After
a bit, I asked the boy who was holding the doll for his sister. He said,
"It's the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew
that Santa would bring it." I told
him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go
where my sister is. I have to give the doll to my mommy to take to her."
I
asked him where his sister was. He
looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She was gone to be with
God.” My Daddy says that Mommy is going to have to go be with her, so I thought
that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”
My
heart nearly stopped beating. Then the
boy looked at me again and said, "I told my Daddy to tell mommy not to go
yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store. Then he
showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. Then he asked me if I
wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some
pictures. He'd have taken it at the front of the store. He said, "I want
my mommy to take this with her so she don't ever forget me. I love my mom very
much and I wish she did not have to leave me, but Daddy says she will need to
be with my sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very
quietly.
I saw
that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he
was not looking, I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I
asked the little boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?" He
grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be enough." So I
slipped my money and we began to count it.
Of
course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you God for
giving me enough money." Then the boy said, "I just asked God to give
me enough money to buy this doll, so mamma can take it with her to give to my
sister, and he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my mommy
a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a
rose for my mom. He gives a nice gift to my mom and so does my sister.” He
smilled and looked happy. “I believe that your mom and sister will be happy
with your give.” Then the boy looked at me again and said, “ I think so.“
In a few minutes, the aunt came back.
She had the boy leave the store, and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep
from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally
different spirit than when I had started.
I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind, and I kept remembering a
story. I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about 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 and serious
condition. 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?. Now surely this little
boy did not belong with that story.
Two
days a after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the paper where the
family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had passed away. I
could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow
connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought
some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
There, she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the nice
picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed
forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming, and in a split second a
drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
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Written by V.A. Bailey –
Summary
of The Doll and white rose
The story told about the author’s experience
who met a little boy at the local department store in Christmas
. The little boy was holding a lovely doll in his hand. He talked to a woman
which was called aunt. Suddenly, his aunt left him alone at the doll aisle of
local department store. The author was
curious to the little boy who was worried. The author thought that the little
boy faced difficulty. Further more, The author walked toward to little boy who
still holding the doll. The author asked him, why he wanted to buy the doll.
The little boy answered that it was for his sister, but his money didn’t enough
to buy a doll. He believed that Santa
couldn’t bring the gift for his sister, because his sister was gone to be with
God. The little boy looked at the author with the saddest eyes. He wanted his
mom take the doll to his sister, He wished, his sister didn’t forget him
forever. But, his daddy said that his sister would need his mom more than the
litte boy.
Then,
the author had remembered to the newspaper several days earlier about 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 and
serious condition. Then, the author heard that the little boy’s mom was passed
way. The author came to funeral home, She saw a doll and white rose which was given
by the little boy. The author amazed to little boy’s love for his mother and
sister, even though his mom and sister were gone to be with god.