The Christmas That Maya Never Forgot..

It was 2018 and it was also Xmas Eve.
A bluebird tweeted sweetly on the windowsill
Were Maya lived. Maya went over to the window the bluebird was whistling in birdie language that it was snowing!
Maya gauped speechless, her heart thumped like someone very ecstatic then shouted,
"SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A few hours later the bluebird came back with a note from Elf in his beak. He tapped lightly on the window and then Maya came over and saw him.
"Hello Lucky, what've you got there hmm??"
The bluebird (Lucky) flew into her hands and dropped the note lightly.
The Note Read:
'Dear Maya this is Elf, I heard you are very good at solving things here on Marada, my newth helpers have dissapeared even some people here are saying that there are rumors that they have seen Queen Eleka eat one! Please help me find them before Christmas day!

But Maya was puzzled at this, her thoughts were tangled,
'How did Elf know where I live?'
'But Mara is just a site..'
'Why does Elf want me?'

Maya will find out sooner or later than she thinks..
TO BE CONTINUED!!

The Girl (A confusing Story)

The Taxi driver was driving down the streets in vietnam to get some late tea because it was 9:00pm. The man was just about to turn over the corner when he realised a little girl under the shade of a banyan tree. The little girl looked lost and the Taxi driver felt sorry for her. The taxi man pulled up in front of the banyan tree and asked the little girl if she was lost. Because it was dark and rainy that day the little girl was to frightened to speak. "Come now where do u live?" The taxi man asked softly. The little girl told him her name was Phuong and lived up right by the city which was 5minutes away. The taxi man drove up a drive and the little girl continued. "Stop here plz" The taxi man told her to stay in the car while he went up to the door. The taxi man knocked lightly on the door and a 50 year old woman opened it. "Hello ive just collected your daughter." The taxi man told the woman. "What are you playing at!" The woman said angrily then thoughts came back to her. "What is it?"

"My daughter died 20 years ago when she was 8. She was called Phuong."

"I am terribly sorry madam. How did she die?"

"Well she was shading under a banyan tree which is 5minutes away from here and a taxi driver was next to a turning it was raining so hardly that day that his car skid and slammed into the banyan tree where my daughter was shading. Now get out of my site! Dont make fun of when she died!" The woman slammed the door hardly.

The taxi man crossly walked up to his car, just about to tell the girl that she was wrong to go to this house, but the girl was not there...

Vietnam beliefs: Vietnamese people used to believe that banyan trees lead to underworlds and they also believed ghosts hid in the branches.

sad story =(

Omg. Saddest thing ):

((Got it from somebody else..))

TARGET IS A SAD PLACE


I found this somewhere,very sad

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.



Now you have 2 choices:



1) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.