On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the stores to buy the remaining gifts 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 somany other places to go. Christmas is really 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 toys section. Once I was there, I started to curse at the prices as I wonder if all kids really play with such expensive toys.

 

While looking in the toys section, I noticed a small boy of about five years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked very sad. I wondered who he wanted to give the doll to.

The little boy turned to the old woman next to him and said, “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.”

Following that, she asked him to stay put for five minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hands. Finally, I walked towards him and asked him who he wanted to give the 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 told him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all and not to worry.

However, he replied sadly, “No, Santa Claus cannot bring it to 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 looked so sad while saying this.

“My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy said that Mommy will also join God very soon so I thought that she can 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 Mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the store.”