Author has written 6 stories for Fairy Tail, Tangled, Prince of Tennis, Death Note, and Rise of the Guardians.
Name: No Need For A Name
Age: I'm * Years old
Hobbies: Don't wanna talk about any, I'm too lazy!
On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the stores to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.
When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself. It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go. Christmas is really getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...
Nonetheless, I made my way to the toys section. Once I was there, I started to curse at the prices as I wonder if all kids really play with such expensive toys.
While looking in the toys section, I noticed a small boy of about five years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked very sad. I wondered who he wanted to give the doll to.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hands. Finally, I walked towards him and asked him who he wanted to give the doll to.
“It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.”
I told him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all and not to worry.
Then, he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.
I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few dollars out.
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 atraffic 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 toget 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.
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.I left the place crying as I felt that my life had been changed forever.
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