I was walking around the mall when I saw a cashier hand a little boy his money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said to him, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman standing next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'

The old lady replied: 'You know you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

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

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Clause would bring it to her.'

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

But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Clause can't bring it to her where she is now. 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 she could take the doll with her to give to my sister.'

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked at 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 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 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 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 woman returned and I left with my basket.

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 remove red a local newspaper article two days ago, which had mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who had hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.