So last night my cousin told me that in high school you he used to ditch often, and one time he wrote an excuse note that said our family had an emergency to help Luke Skywalker save the Force. Wtf, i couldn’t help but laugh my butt off. Oh my gosh, it’s just so funny how the principal excused it too.
Yesterday was unexpectedly fun. Ate picked me up around 2 to help babysit her cute little kiddos. It was actually really fun. My one year old niece Gabi kept on hugging me and wanting to be carried half of the time. And then around 8pm other cousins arrived to have little gathering I guess. Dinner was delicious as always, and afterwards my cousins started drinking and took a shot for my cousin’s husband:) They pressured me into having a shot of Ty-Ku with them>_< Lol, I had a sip of that shit and it was really soury. One sip and I felt dizzy as fuck. I don’t know, I’m just really lame. The rest of the night was ‘high school story time.’ Everyone couldn’t stop laughing when my cousin ditched school to go watch Star WarsxD That’s practically all I have from yesterday, but I did give a two year old a bath. He enjoyed all the toys I put in the bath tub:)
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 afterall, 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 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 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 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.
I think the hot weather got to me. I found 90% of the people I saw today majorly attractive, especially at Spring Mountain. either they were really attractive or i wasn’t drinking enough water. But anyways, before spring mountain I went to Costco:D First thing I did was eat there, because my stomach was growling really bad. So after I akwardly started to eat my hot dog, i saw Jonelle and i was like whoah:D but she was leaving:( lol. Costco tired the shit out of my feet. I hated walking around that big place. Oh, and they were major three year old adorable cuties at spring mountain:D And that’s all I have….
Now, I gotta get ready to see the family and my cousin’s husband. I can’t believe it’s been six months! I pray that he’s better now ever since rehab(brain tumor, not a drug/alcohol addict) or something like that.
Uncle:I just think I'm the best person in this whole world.
My thoughts:Seriously? You are the most selfish person I have ever met in my whole life. I have no hate or dislikes in my whole family other than you. I don't hate you, but I truly mean it when I say I don't like you. You are annoying as fuck when you think you're trying to be a 'father figure' in my life. Excuse me but last time I checked I already have a dad, my own biological loving father. I'm not even related to you, I'm only related to you because of my aunt's marriage. I just, i can't explain how much I don't like you. Every time I try to be better person towards you, you just ruin it.