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?"

want some water? I'll pour some

and said, "I'm

held her bony hand. I felt sad

eyes. It seemed

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

while, Rita suddenly asked, "Auntie, am

that I couldn't breathe. Holding back my 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

little girl looked at me with a sparkle

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

cake, okay?" "Alright!" 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 and said, "Auntie, this is what Grandma asked me to give you. It's my mom's