Heart Touching Love Stories
A Boy's Love Part 2

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Then, he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
He told me, “I also want Mommy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.”
“I love my Mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me but Daddy says that she has to go and join my little sister.”
Then he looked at the doll again quietly with sad eyes.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few dollars out.
I said to the boy, “What if we checked again, just in case, to see if you have enough money?”
“Okay. I hope that I have enough.” he said.
I added some of my money into his without him seeing and we started to count it together. There was enough for the doll with some spare money.
The little boy said, “Thank you God for giving me enough money.”
Then he looked at me and added, “Yesterday, I asked God before I slept to make sure that I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He must have 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. However, he gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mommy loves white roses.”

The old lady came back a few minutes later and I left.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Suddenly, I remembered an article in the local newspaper two days ago which is about a traffic accident. In the accident, a truck driven by a drunk driver hit a car. There was a young lady and a little girl inside the car. 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-support machine because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was that the family of the little boy?

Two days after the encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself from buying a bunch of white roses and going to the mortuary where the body of the young lady will be placed for people to pay their final respects 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 crying as I felt that my life had been changed forever.

The love that the little boy had for his mother and sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. In a fraction of a second, the drunk driver took all this away from him.

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