I couldn't disclose much info due to the nature of the situation, but here you go.
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The Chocolate Girl
La Dame and I went to the hospital, not because we
got sick or anything, but we were there to visit a person who was admitted. The
person was the Chocolate Girl.
We met up with her mom at the hospital's lobby. She told us about her.
The Chocolate Girl was admitted because she attempted suicide. She attempted a few months prior the visit, and she finally regained consciousness. Her legs aren't really working, and she hasn't regain full function on one of her hands. I didn't ask how she tried to kill herself, because that's not a very nice thing to ask. Anyway, when she regained consciousness, she thought she just got into the hospital (she actually has been in the hospital for months). She asked lots of question, like why am I here? How did I get here? How long was I here? The mom deflected all the question with answers like everything will be fine; get some rest.
The Chocolate Girl request that once she is released, she wants to stay with grandma. Unfortunately, Grandma has passed away one year ago (She wasn't in a coma for a year, she just simply lost a huge portion of her memory). The mom tried told her that grandma is long gone, and told her that she attended her funeral. The Chocolate Girl then lost her composure, and started wailing and crying. She blamed herself that her grandma is dead, it was a very unpleasant story to listen to.
Her birthday was today (the day when we visit her), and she told La Dame that she wanted Lasagna, so we brought her a huge lasagna and a chocolate cake. We brought candles and lighters too but the hospital staff told us not light it, unless we don't mind being soaking wet. When we first entered the Chocolate Girl's room, she couldn't recognize any of us (except her mom), even La Dame, who recently visited her. This was really bittersweet, because she couldn't remember the person who has been constantly visiting her, but the upside was that the arrival of the lasagna was a genuine surprise to her.
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| Figure 6.1: Yum! |
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| Figure 6.2: "Do you like chocolate cake?" "I loveeee..... chocolate..." And thus her name was given. |
At the end, her mother thanked us all, thanked the chaplain, thanked us for bringing gifts, cake, food, and ourselves, and we went our separate ways.



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