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?"

I answered. "Rita, do you want some water? I'll pour some

and said, "I'm not

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

Probably she had just woken up, so she did not want to talk. She looked at the ceiling with her eyes. It seemed that this action had been repeated countless times. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

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

suddenly asked, "Auntie, am

smile, "No, you will be cured. The doctor will cure your illness.

girl looked at me with a sparkle in her

certainty. "Yes, it's true. Is there anything you've been longing to do? When you get out of the hospital, I will help you to achieve it, alright?" I spoke. She seemed to have hope. She

replied. All of a sudden, she seemed to remember something. She took out a palmsized notebook from behind the pillow, handed it to me