A short story by Fatma Zainine and Nawran Mlawhi, 4th form, Arts. A doll for my sister It was a sunny day. I was walking around the mall when I saw a cashier hand giving a little boy his money back saying: “sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this...
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A short story by Fatma Zainine and Nawran Mlawhi, 4th form, Arts. A doll for my sister It was a sunny day. I was walking around the mall when I saw a cashier hand giving a little boy his money back saying: “sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” I looked at the boy, still holding the doll in his hands. He couldn’t have been more than five or six years old. Then, I walked to him and asked who he wished to give the doll to, to which he replied: “it’s the doll that my sister loves most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure Santa Clause would bring it to her on Christmas eve.” “Then, may be Santa Clause will bring it to her after all, don’t worry,” I said. “No! Santa Claus can’t give it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to mummy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were full of grief while telling me his story: “ My sister has gone to God. Daddy says that mummy is going to see God, too. Very soon, so I thought, may b
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