While other children opened their eyes, Dehua was still in the dream world with Liwu. Inside the fading dream, Liwu hugged the boy. "It's okay. I have had my moments when I wanted to create a world of my own and gather everyone I wanted and trap them inside. I would force them to love and accept me. But trapping people does not keep them. It just makes them dislike you. You and your friends can play outside."
"I can't." Dehua wailed. "My sickness is bad. The doctors, my parents, don't allow me to play outside. My bones break easily. I can't even go to school. I have never even been to amusement park."
She smiled weakly, pigtails flying in the wind. "I have a special pill that will make your sickness go away. Then, you can go and play in the amusement park all you want."
The boy just cried even more. "I know about the special pill. I heard mommy asking the doctor about it. He said the list is long, and I am number 6897. It will be six years before I reach the top 100."
