A parable about kindness, which is more valuable than any money

A little girl walked into a store and literally stuck to the window. When she saw what she was looking for, her eyes sparkled with delight…

She went inside and asked to be shown a turquoise necklace.

“This is for my sister. Can you wrap it nicely?” the girl asked.

The owner looked at the little one in disbelief and asked:

— How much money do you have?

The girl took a handkerchief out of her pocket, unfolded it, and poured a handful of coins onto the counter. With hope in her voice, she asked:

— Will this be enough?

There were only a few small coins. The girl proudly continued:

— You know, I want to give a present to my older sister. Since our mother died, my sister has been taking care of us, and she has no time for herself. Today is her birthday and I am sure she will be happy to receive such a necklace, it will really suit the color of her eyes.

The man thought for a moment, took the necklace, walked deep into the store, brought a case, put the turquoise in it, wrapped it with ribbon, and tied a bow.

“Hold it!” he said to the girl. “And carry it carefully!”

The girl ran out and jumped up and ran home. The working day was coming to an end when a young girl crossed the threshold of the same store. She put on the counter a case familiar to the seller and separately a wrapping paper and an untied bow.

“Was this necklace bought here? How much did it cost?”

“Ah!” said the shopkeeper, “the price of any product in my shop is always a confidential agreement between me and the customer.”

The girl stated:

“But my sister only had a few coins. A real turquoise necklace, isn't it? It must be very expensive. We can't afford it.”

The man took the case, with great tenderness and warmth restored the packaging, handed it to the girl and said:

— She paid the ultimate price… More than any adult could pay: she gave everything she had.

Silence filled the small shop, and two tears rolled down the face of the girl, who was clutching a small bundle in her trembling hand…

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