My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Her appearance at this moment was vastly different from the first time I saw her. The treatment and chemotherapy made this child look like a thin and bony skeleton. The bones in her small hands were jarringly obvious now. The child was asleep. I looked at her thin face and felt a slight pain in my heart.

I sat down beside the bed, wondering if I could ask Hendrix to find a good doctor or a hospital to treat Rita. After undergoing repeated chemotherapy like this, her hair was already gone.

Rita woke up at the moment I took out my phone and was about to send Hendrix a message. When she saw me, she was startled. She looked at me and said, 'Auntie."

I nodded and looked at her. Hence, I asked softly, "Did I wake you up?"

She shook her head, looked at me and asked softly, "Did my grandparents go out?"

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smiled lightly and held her bony hand. I felt sad for her and asked, "Rita, are

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wasn't a chatty person. I didn't know what to say at that point, so I could

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tears, I shook my head and replied with a smile, "No, you will be cured. The doctor will cure your illness. When you are cured, you can go to the zoo with your

girl looked at me with a sparkle in her eyes.

I spoke. She seemed to have hope. She nodded and said seriously, "I want to eat ice cream and cake. I

persevere with your treatment. After you get better, I will bring you out to eat ice cream and cake, okay?" "Alright!" she replied. All of a sudden, she seemed to remember something. She took out a palmsized notebook