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?"

some

shook her head and said,

held her bony hand. I felt sad for

talk. She looked at the ceiling with her eyes. It seemed that this action had been repeated countless times.

wasn't a chatty person. I didn't know what to say at that point, so I could only stay by her side in

Rita suddenly asked, "Auntie, am

a smile, "No, you will be cured. The

little girl looked at me with a sparkle in

spoke. She seemed to have hope. She nodded and said seriously, "I want to eat ice cream and cake. I haven't eaten them for a long time. Grandma said that I can only eat after I

to remember something. She took out a palmsized notebook from behind the pillow, handed it to me and said, "Auntie, this is what Grandma asked me to give you. It's my mom's diary. Grandma said that you