ABOUT ME

I'm a fourteen-year-old writer that's still a kid at heart. I love books, food, plush toys, and my friends. I mostly like reading and writing Alternate Universe stories, even better when there's angst thrown into it.

FAVORITES

Books: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, The Kane Chronicles, Hunger Games, The Secret Series, 39 Clues

Anime: Cardcaptor Sakura, Alice Academy, Prince of Tennis, Bleach, Hetalia, Kyo Karah Maoh, Dangan Ronpa

Quotes:

FANDOM TITLES

1. Hufflepuff (Harry Potter)
2. Page of Doom (Homestuck)
3. Super High School Level Pianist (Dangan Ronpa)
4. Daughter of Apollo (PJO)
5. District 11 (Hunger Games)
6. Janus Branch (39 Clues)

I was walking around in a Target store when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The 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 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."

Finally, I walked towards him and asked who he wished to give the doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved the most and wanted to buy for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he said to me sadly, "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to gibe 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 and give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up to 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 didn't have to leave us, but Daddy says that she has to go 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 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 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."

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

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I had started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper 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 forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and 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.

Now you have two choices: Repost this message, or ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

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Thank you to my good friend for making the cover for Toshiro's First Friend!