Part 2:

As soon as I walk into the store, I see a young boy. He couldn't have been more than six years old, yet he's talking with the cashier.

"Please sir, please just count again. I'm sure I have enough," I notice a doll and white rose in his hand. The cashier just sighed and recounted the money layed out on the counter.

"I'm sorry, but you just don't have have enough," I finally decide to walk over.

"What's wrong?" I ask the little boy, whose eyes were beginning to fill with tears. Then he began to explain and everything fell into place.

"My sister had to go up to live with God. But I didn't have time to say bye-bye before she left. And now my daddy says it's time for my mommy to go and live with God, too. I wish she didn't have to leave, but she does.

"But then I asked if she could wait a little longer. Long enough for me to buy my sister's favorite doll. I want to give it to my mommy so when she goes up to live with God, she can give it to my sister. And I even want to give them this," he held up a picture of himself laughing and I felt myself giggle.

"I wanna make sure they don't forget me in heaven; I know I won't forget them here on Earth."

I was so touched my this little boy's story. I pulled out my wallet and, without counting dropped a little more money into his pile. I made sure he didn't see me.

"Why don't we count that money once more," I told the cashier.