They talked for approximately two hours. Edie could hardly believe how the ti went so fast they shared stories, they shared tears, and they shared much laughter. Queenie was such a caring woman, so giving and kind. She listened and gave Edie advice the best she knew how.
"We had a really good talk! Queenie....." Edie was reluctant but decided she was going to tell Queenie about Aaron.
Queenie’s phone rang, "Hello! Yes, I can be there shortly." She hung her phone and said, "I’m sorry, but I have to go. That was my agent, and he needs to go over my contract."
Edie was touched by her words. "Don’t apologize! I already took enough of your ti tonight. Thank you for coming with . It ant a lot to ."
Queenie smiled. "I’ve always enjoyed talking to you. Don’t forget, I’m only a phone call away if you need soone to talk too. In a couple of days, I’ll be starting a new drama. Would you like to have dinner after I’m finished?"
"I would like that!" Edie replied.
After Queenie left, Edie sat alone in the cafe, thinking about Aaron and what he did to Marina. Every ti she thought about the video, she felt sick to her stomach. Edie looked in her purse and took out her phone. She stared at her screen and then typed the words slowly. "I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not working. I love Stuart, and I’ll never leave him. You will never get what you want." Edie trembled, afraid to hit the send button. She stopped, held her breath, and pushed the button.
Aaron was at a hospital sowhere in a suburban area. He was sitting on the bench, admiring the garden. There were several children playing in front of him. He bead with pleasure, looking peaceful, almost happy. The children were afflicted with an incurable disease. They were abandoned by their parents and left at the hospital. The hospital provided them with the appropriate care. Even though all of the children were sickly and weak, they still managed to smile.
At the mont, he felt his cell vibrating beside him. Aaron pulled it closer, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who sent him a text. When he read the ssage, his head jerked up, disbelief in his expression. His mouth tore open and bellowing gales of wicked laughter erupted. "What do I want? I have no idea what I want?" Aaron sighed. "I’m empty and dead inside, how could I love another!"
"Are you like ? Is that why you aren’t playing with them?" Aaron heard a sweet, tender voice. The voice filled his heart. Aaron turned around and saw a little girl wearing a hospital gown.
"Hello," Aaron said, smiling.
The girl approached him timidly, curiously looking him up and down. "I’m five years old, and I was born with congenital heart disease. I’m only supposed to rest and not undertake any strenuous physical exercise at all." She was about five years old.
Aaron could see the pain in her eyes. "That must be hard for you?" he asked.
The little girl had seen Aaron sitting on the bench just like her and automatically assud he was like her. "I watch them run and play every day, and I sit here and watch them. Just like you are, but they’re still like us!"
"What do you an?" Aaron’s voice got a little loud. It frightened the little girl and she stepped back. Aaron gently smiled, "It’s okay, co over and sit beside ." The little girl slowly started walking toward Aaron and sat beside him. "Do you mind if I ask you what your na is?"
"It’s Abandon!" she said quietly.
Aaron frowned. "Who gave you your na? Do you know what it ans?" he asked.
"! I gave myself this na. When I was a month old, I was told that my parents left in front of the hospital," she sighed. "I don’t know who my parents are, and I don’t bla them for doing it." She giggled as she watched the other children playing. "See, I was born with this disease, and it costs a lot of money to fix . So, I gave myself this na as a reminder. It reminds to be tough. I know that no one will ever love ; therefore, I have to be tough." She never showed any sadness as she spoke, only determination.
Aaron felt sorry for her and squeezed her hand. "That’s not true. I’m sure all of the doctors and nurses love you."
"It’s not the sa. They’re not my parents, and they have their own families," she said. She was just a kid who had been through a lot. But Aaron understood her every word.
Aaron looked up at the sky. "Even though you don’t have any parents. You’re still lucky because there are people that care about you. I was never lucky like you. You know why you were abandoned, but . I never knew why," Aaron tried to explain.
"What was your childhood like?’ she asked.
"It was dark and full of endless pain. Even to this day..." He never finished; he wanted to forget about his past.
Abandon widened her eyes, stunned at his words. "Did your parents abandon you too? Did you grow up in a hospital, like ?"
"It was almost the sa. I had parents, but they never cared about . Let tell you a secret. Having parents that don’t love you, it doesn’t matter." Aaron sounded bitter, "All that matters is that you love yourself and the person you are becoming. Doing this will make them regret ever leaving you." What he was telling the little girl, he was also telling himself.
No one had ever spoken to Abandon the way that Aaron did. "The doctors told that I probably wouldn’t live to be eighteen. Do you think, maybe?" There was excitent in her voice.
Aaron burst into laughter, "Of course. Don’t trust the doctors or the nurses. My aunt had a pet dog nad Annie. It had a disease when it was born. She was told that Annie would be lucky if she lived to be two, but she’s still living to this day. So you see anything is possible."
Abandon had a puzzled look on her face, "Really!"
Aaron looked at her with his eyes full of tenderness. "Yes, and do you want to know sothing? A dog’s lifespan is different from a human’s. They say for one year of a human’s life is equal to seven years in a dog’s life. So you know what that ans, right? Soon, you’ll be old enough to marry ," he joked.
Aaron had never been around children before, but he did his best to comfort Abandon. She looked at him and smiled. "So anything is possible! Right?"
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