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  Posted: July 22, 2020      Views: 101

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"Rachel's Gift" by Jomo17

Rachel walked by Mr. Perez's fruit stand on her way to school. "Good morning!" she called out with a wave. When she passed Mrs. Goldman's bakery and Mr. Jackson's flower shop, she called out a greeting to them as well. She strolled along the sidewalk and continued on her route.

As Rachel neared Mr. Smith's antique toy shop she slowed her pace. She always took a peek at the treasures displayed in the window. She pressed her face up to the glass and noticed a little stuffed donkey in the corner of the display. It was made of dark gray velvet and had floppy ears with a bit of pink in the middle. There was a thin pink ribbon around its neck, and attached to it was a little silver bell that twinkled. The donkey had soulful brown eyes that seemed to look right at Rachel. She gazed at the donkey. "I wish I could have him," she whispered.

Mr. Smith noticed Rachel staring at the donkey and made his way over to her from behind the counter.

"Hello Rachel," he said.

Rachel stopped daydreaming about the donkey and looked up. Her brow wrinkled with concern when she saw that his foot was in a cast. "What happened?" she asked.

"I was careless and fell off a ladder when I was dusting the high shelves," he replied.

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Rachel.

"Thanks. Now you better run along or you'll be late," he chided gently. Rachel said good-bye to him and ran the rest of the way to school.

At recess, Rachel told her friends Molly and Cynthia about the little gray donkey.

"I'm going to use my allowance so I can buy him. I have money saved up because I haven't seen anything I really wanted until now," she told them. She figured out that she would be able to buy the precious donkey if she saved up for another two weeks.

On the way back from school Rachel checked in on Mr. Smith to see how he was managing with his injured foot. He tried to play down his injury, but the pain etched in his face told a different story.

"Maybe I can..." Rachel's sentence was cut off as she and Mr. Smith turned toward a pleasant tinkling sound. Clink Clink Clink Clink Clink rang out as they both watched a customer lift the stuffed donkey from its place in the window. In her concern for Mr. Smith, Rachel had forgotten all about it. She held her breath as the woman examined the donkey. To her relief, the woman put the donkey down and left the store. Mr. Smith limped over to the window display and repositioned the donkey. The Clink Clink Clink Clink Clink of the bell made Rachel smile.

Rachel remembered what she had been about to say before the bell distracted them. "I can help you out in the shop after school until your foot feels better."

"Thank you, but I can't afford to hire any help right now," said Mr. Smith.

"I don't expect to be paid. I just want to help. If my mom says yes, I'll start tomorrow."

The next day, Rachel arrived at the shop right after school. Mr. Smith sat and rested while she dusted the shelves, swept the floor, and helped customers. Before she left for the day she asked Mr. Smith if she could hold the donkey. She smiled as she lifted him up and heard the Clink Clink Clink Clink Clink of the silver bell.

Rachel had been helping Mr. Smith for almost two weeks when he told her his foot was feeling better.

"You have been a big help. Tomorrow will be your last day," he said.

When she got home, Rachel counted out her allowance and was happy to discover that she had enough to buy the donkey. She planned to buy him on the way to school in the morning. She slept soundly that night; her dreams filled with sweet music.

The next morning, Rachel ran all the way to Mr. Smith's shop. Mr. Perez and Mrs. Goldman were surprised to see her moving so fast. They both laughed as Rachel waved and shouted hello without slowing down. When she reached the toy shop she halted and tried to catch her breath. Her heart was beating quickly. She could barely contain her excitement as she approached the window display. A sinking feeling overwhelmed her when she realized that the donkey was gone. Choking back tears she waved to Mr. Smith and then walked the rest of the way to school. By the time she got to her desk, big, fat tears were rolling down her cheeks. She brushed them away with the back of her hand and tried to focus on what her teacher was saying.

Rachel decided not to mention the donkey to Mr. Smith. She knew he would feel bad if she was upset. "I should have told him I was saving up for it," she thought. She knew he would have put it aside for her if she had asked. "Too late now," she sighed. Mr. Smith was waiting for her in the doorway. She smiled at him.

"Hi Mr, Smith. I'll get right to work on the dusting." She was so busy she barely had time to think. Before she knew it, Mr. Smith was thanking her and waving goodbye.

When Rachel entered her apartment she was comforted by the sight of her mother stirring soup at the stove. She threw her arms around her mother's waist.

"I didn't hear you come in," said her mother, as she wiped her hands on her apron and planted a kiss on her daughter's cheek. "What's wrong?"

Rachel told her mom about the donkey and how it had been sold. "I'm sorry you're disappointed." Suddenly, she brightened. "Mr. Smith left a package for you this morning. I don't know what it is, but maybe it will cheer you up."

Rachel noticed a neatly wrapped box on the kitchen table. She appreciated the pretty lavender wrapping paper and the bright blue bow on top. She picked up the box. Clink clink clink clink clink. The familiar sound made her stomach do flip flops. She tore the paper and was delighted to find her precious donkey settled comfortably between layers of white tissue paper.

There was a note:

Dear Rachel,

Thank you for helping me without expecting anything in return. You have given me the gift of kindness and I will never forget it. I know you will give the little donkey lots of love.

With Gratitude,
Mr. Smith

Rachel picked up the soft donkey and pulled him close. She spun around and around as the sound of the little silver bell filled the room.


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