>              I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping,  
>              when I saw a Cashier talking to a 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 me and asked: ''Aunty, are you sure  
>              I don't have enough money?''
> 
>              I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy  
>              the dolll, my dear.'' 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 .  
>              Iwanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. 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  
>              aid: '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 my sister  
>              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. '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 with out 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 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.  
>              My mommy loves white roses.'
> 
>              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 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 newspaper that  
>              the young woman 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 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 for ever.  
>              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. 
>              PLEASE DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.