true and sad! PLEASE READ!!!

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: ''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.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
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 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 replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus 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 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 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 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."
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 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 news paper 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.
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Meyowza! I never felt tears in my eyes befor this!

Jack, one...two...three......JUMP!

Jack spoke to me in a wisper and said: "I love you..."
then Aloud he said... "Lets go get some pizza!" was he for real!? Was he falling out of love! The Rabbit Hole was closing slowly and I had to get back soon. whats a girl to do! Jack the King of Hearts, now looking more like a playing card from a deck. I thought he looked funny...
I knew it. all the words he had said to me once now slowly leaked out of my eye and down my face. He laughed...but I could see the tears. "I cant cry...I'm made of paper..."
GOTCHA'! now I get it! as i sit and flood the room with my tear soked words, he sat there and made up resons and slowly becan to change forme, into a devilish creature. I was afraid...I backed away slowly. "please......" I begged. he laughed, covering his pretty little face and leaning his head back. "Please what?! what do you want me to do..." I looked shocked. WHAT! I want him to love me! "I want you to love me-ooop!" I cover my mouth, again, he giggles...
"So you want to be happy with me?"
"yes..." I sob.
He shook his head. "even if its temporary happieness."
I say nothing, yeah, thats what I want. even if its not real, even if its only for a little while, Jus to be neer him, to smell him, to look apon him when hes not looking...Just to secretly say "I'm gunna love you anyway..." just give me that! thats all I ask! I would love to live in a deluded enchanted world, where my King loves me and never stops! where the Rabbit Hole never closes...
Knowing you, I think things are gunna be fine, but then you go and change your mind!
If I were to beg, maybe he would...but why lower myself...why force him. I just wish I could have him. I know he loves me. he just wants to be scared...I will let him sit in his fear.
as I crawl out through the Rabbit Hole, I look back as it closed up. there I saw him waving goodbuy. I smile. wave, then turn around. I hear the *Click* the hole was closed, then I cried...I lay in that graveyard, next to the Rabbit Hole and throw myself across his grave. I lay there and cry for hours. I do love him, and I wont let go...