<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:58:57.288-08:00</updated><category term='Script (Scene 6)'/><category term='Script (Scene 1)(Prologue)'/><category term='Script (Scene 4)'/><category term='Script (Scene 7)'/><category term='Script (Scene 5)'/><category term='Script (Scene 8)(Conclusion)'/><category term='Script (Scene 3)'/><category term='Script (Scene 2)'/><category term='An Introduction To The Story'/><title type='text'>My One &amp; Only Little Angel</title><subtitle type='html'>A loving story of a little girl...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-2906442211295452312</id><published>2010-01-30T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:23:46.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An Introduction To The Story'/><title type='text'>An Introduction To The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="413" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8dc27fdf1b5b65b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dc27fdf1b5b65b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D732B3BC34553CD34243CFFD34BC990F9AEF33A7F.2526083BD90BF098ED89E923987D8D633C8518ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dc27fdf1b5b65b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTgk3bWWGL72_TgK-E5DD6rFyUMw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="413" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8dc27fdf1b5b65b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D732B3BC34553CD34243CFFD34BC990F9AEF33A7F.2526083BD90BF098ED89E923987D8D633C8518ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8dc27fdf1b5b65b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTgk3bWWGL72_TgK-E5DD6rFyUMw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3DGPALiwBI/AAAAAAAABO4/RF-EOz-MbNU/s1600-h/FD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436062711284940818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3DGPALiwBI/AAAAAAAABO4/RF-EOz-MbNU/s400/FD1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a story about father and daughter. A father who has not seen her daughter before and did not know she existed until her mother's death. A touching story on how a little girl changes the life of an adult who was facing a mid-life crisis and how his world changes for the better when he held her little hand for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden inspiration of writing this story when I witnessed how a little girl showered her love for another little boy last week that touches my heart. My mind gone wild and crazy as I formed a story and found tears in my eyes again. This is another amazing and heartfelt story that I like to share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, once again. Enjoy reading this new piece and have fun again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Please read the story in a chronological order or else&lt;br /&gt;you will lose the dramatic twist in the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;To read the script, please click at DIRECTORY ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Director Rorne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Film Maker &amp;amp; Story Teller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHARACTERS OF THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan Randell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Divorcee, Yvonne's ex-husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne Sawyer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Divorcee, Dylan's ex-wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia Sawyer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Yvonne's sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret Sawyer &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne's mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe Sawyer &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;The daughter &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Little Angel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;Doctor Anton Peterson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Family Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;Doctor Brown Sovoren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Brain Specialist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; 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CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;(RECOMMENDATION)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you like this story, you may want to read another script written by me last year 2009 called &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"MUSIC BOX"&lt;/span&gt; which is equally touching and heart warming. 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Pictures of Chloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="413" height="217" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d53b8979208df541" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd53b8979208df541%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F570BCCB7EBBDB8A6D6E6E18F0FC3F3432526E4.160D66534717465FD559A0C19A9FDD0940F2A538%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd53b8979208df541%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTjtrgZcA1bbe5MffDrufholjmG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="413" height="217" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd53b8979208df541%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F570BCCB7EBBDB8A6D6E6E18F0FC3F3432526E4.160D66534717465FD559A0C19A9FDD0940F2A538%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd53b8979208df541%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTjtrgZcA1bbe5MffDrufholjmG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;- Please play the music while reading the story -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 years later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scene from the garden where the woman stood up and walked away from the old man heading towards the main gate of the mental hospital.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When the woman was leaving Charlesworth Mental Hospital after talking to the old man at the garden, it gave an impact to the old man. This never happened before in her previous visits. The old man kept wondering and thought about the poor woman’s life and what she had been through. It must be terrible for her to lose her mother and to have a father who couldn’t remember her and how lonely she had been in her life. Suddenly, he noticed a little box wrapped in a gift paper beside his seat. The woman must have left it there for him before leaving the place. The old man unwrapped the gift box and slowly lifted its cover. He found an old folded piece of paper and several pictures of a little girl. Feeling surprised and confused, he slowly unfolded the old paper and realized it was an old painting of a little girl holding hands with a man and a woman. Above each of them lies a name. It was written with the wordings “Mommy”, “Chloe” and “Daddy”. Then he slowly looked at the other pictures. There were 32 of them. The first was a picture of a woman holding hands with a little girl together. The second picture was a little girl and behind the picture it was written “Chloe – 8 years old”. Then he quickly looked at the third picture and it was also a picture of that same little girl. He quickly turned the picture and noticed it was written “Chloe - 9 years old”. The old man then quickly looked at the rest of the pictures and realized they were pictures of the same girl growing up. All were written one by one at the back illustrating her age from 8 years old to 38 years old respectively. It became clear to him that those pictures actually showed him how that little girl called “Chloe” had grown from 8 years old to 38 years old and the last picture that showed a 38 year old woman was the same woman who came to sit next to him awhile ago. The old man was so confused and wondered why the woman showed him all her childhood pictures and her old childhood painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly from a distance, the children who were playing nearby sang a song together and the song that they sang was “You are my sunshine”. While listening to the children singing and looking at all the pictures and the old painting on his hands, the old man suddenly remembered something. Vaguely somehow, he remembered the name “Chloe” and then out of the blue, he remembered the image of that second picture in his mind. The image of the little girl, Chloe, aged 8 years old. The old man put both of his hands on his head as he began to have migraine and he tried hard to remember again as he was afraid to lose any of those memories. As the children kept singing the song, he began to remember more and more. He remembered his ex-wife, Yvonne, and then he remembered how Chloe died in the heart operation and lastly he remembered how he shot himself after learning Chloe died 30 years ago. The old man finally remembered that he was Dylan who survived his own gun shot wound and mostly he remembered his little angel, Chloe. He then quickly searched for the last picture again and realized that Chloe had grown up to be a 38 year old woman and it was Chloe who came awhile ago and sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the box there was a greeting card and Dylan slowly took the card out from the box and read it. It was a Father's Day Card and inside the card there were handwritten words from Chloe that say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Father’s Day and this is my 30th Father’s Day Card I had made for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would not understand after reading this card nor would you remember who I am but in my heart I always know somehow that you know and sometimes I thought I heard you calling me “Little Angel”. I miss this name so much. I remember 30 years ago when I was a little girl, you always carried me around and called me by that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know that it’s okay. It really doesn’t matter whether you remember me or not or that you don’t understand why I am doing all these things to you and still treat me like a stranger because each time when I come to see you I could feel Mom in my heart. I know Mom will be happy to know that I am still here for you Daddy and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in celebration of Father’s Day, I thought of giving you a little gift. These are my old painting I did when Mom was around when I was a little girl and pictures of myself since I was 8 years old till today. I am already 38 years old, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a little girl, I always remember Mom used to say that you will come back to me and I know that you will one day with your arms wide open and call me “Little Angel” again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much Daddy! Please take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv always,&lt;br /&gt;Chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Your loving daughter “Little Angel”)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe always believe that her father will soon remember her again and so she took pictures of herself every year and keep those pictures for her father. She was hoping that her father could see how she had grown up and would be able to remember how she looked like when she was 8 years old if he later found his memory back again. She waited for Dylan to regain his memory year after year and finally he did. After 30 years when everyone had given up hope, it was Chloe who didn't and continued to believe that her father will remember her one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Chloe had suffered enough for 30 years, Dylan quickly ran towards the main gate where Chloe left hoping to find her again and tell her that he had finally remembered who she was. As he was running towards the main gate, he kept saying something again and again to himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Chloe! Chloe! Daddy remember now! Daddy remember now! ...(wept terribly)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At the main entrance about 100 feet away at the far end of the road, Dylan saw Chloe was about to get into a taxi. He tried to shout and called her but Chloe didn’t hear him. Chloe was so sad and still have tears in her eyes as she entered the passenger seat of the taxi and asked the taxi driver to take her home. Knowing Chloe was about to leave, Dylan tried to run towards her and started to wave desperately at her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: CHLOE! CHLOE! DON’T GO! DON’T GO! DADDY IS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan's sudden running and shouting caught the nurses at the main entrance by surprise and they were shocked to see Dylan’s sudden reaction and realized that Dylan had finally remembered who he was and his little daughter, Chloe, who had grown up to be a mature young woman. Know this, all the nurses quickly helped Dylan by shouting Chloe’s name. They all ran in a group towards the taxi and shouted at Chloe repeatedly for Dylan but the taxi kept moving further and further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the taxi driver noticed in his front mirror that there were a group of nurses running towards his taxi from behind and seemed like calling someone. He asked Chloe whether the nurses were running after her. Chloe quickly turned her head and looked at the windshield behind her and was surprised to see a lot of nurses running towards her. Then her eyes became wide open when she saw her own father, Dylan, running with them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;: STOP THE CAR! STOP THE CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe quickly got down from the taxi and stood there looking at the nurses and her father who were still running and waving towards her. Her eyes became more teary as she realized that her father was actually calling her name. She realized for the first time that her father had finally remembered her after 30 years of her life. God has finally answered her prayers all these years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;: Daddy! ..huuhhhhhhh…..Dad…..huhhhhhh……DADDY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan ran so fast and when he reached in front of Chloe, he just stood there and looked at his precious little daughter who had grown so big and mature. His eyes were full of tears and he struggled to say something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Huhhhh…hhhhhhh……Ch..Chhh…….Chloe!.... Huuhhhhuhhhhh……CHLOE!...... MY ONE AND ONLY LITTLE ANGEL!...Hhhhhuhhhhh…… CHLOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TDnDPss3AYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/3ga-O7c6mbg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492635895019798914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TDnDPss3AYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/3ga-O7c6mbg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Upon hearing what her father had just said to her, Chloe became so emotional and cried. She quickly hugged Dylan tightly and struggled to say something. There was something she wanted to say so much to Dylan that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;: Ha…huhhhhhhHuhhhhhh…….Happy Father’s Day! Daddy! .....(cried emotionally)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(All the nurses clapped their hands and cheered. Some cried and felt happy for both of them. To the nurses, it was a sight of a father and a daughter who had finally been united and became a family again after 30 years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe&lt;/strong&gt;: Daddy!!!!!DADDY!!!!!!Huhhhhhh….You remember! Huhhhhhhh… You finally remember!.....(cried terribly)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes! Sweetheart...... Daddy finally remember you! Daddy remember now!......Daddy has come back to you now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe and Dylan continued to hug each other for a long time and all the nurses were jumping with joy at the center of the road. It was a God's miracle. A miracle that came from a bond of a father and daughter's love that lasted 30 years. For Dylan and Chloe, they both knew Yvonne's spirit was there to see them together as father and daughter again. In their hearts, they have always felt Yvonne's love and always will be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-1243989201129084985?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/1243989201129084985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/1243989201129084985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-8-alternative-ending.html' title='Scene 8 - Pictures of Chloe'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TDnDPss3AYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/3ga-O7c6mbg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-3411607537382389717</id><published>2010-01-30T09:30:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:09:12.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script (Scene 7)'/><title type='text'>Scene 7 - The Lost Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TBxzItia2HI/AAAAAAAABYU/KqxzT9YaAcM/s1600/FD16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="414" height="87" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99ea6d2f08e06b99" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ea6d2f08e06b99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D280E3D7A3E96EAB42434A0B77552908303BF9B40.418B253746B4A53F91003767C5686C7056120C19%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ea6d2f08e06b99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqbtJkZ_eJuNYUkTBd4aRwXK8Iww&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="414" height="87" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ea6d2f08e06b99%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D280E3D7A3E96EAB42434A0B77552908303BF9B40.418B253746B4A53F91003767C5686C7056120C19%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ea6d2f08e06b99%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqbtJkZ_eJuNYUkTBd4aRwXK8Iww&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Please play the music while reading the story-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TBxzhDEnQ7I/AAAAAAAABYk/JyhSYGn6uF8/s1600/FD6.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484385457827955634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TBxzhDEnQ7I/AAAAAAAABYk/JyhSYGn6uF8/s400/FD6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(It was at Lake Tahar where Yvonne used to visit with her little daughter, Chloe, years ago. Lake Tahar was one of the most relaxing tourist spots in Texas. Bringing Chloe to this space only made her closer to her mom again. That was what in Dylan’s mind when he sat next to Chloe at the edge of a wooden platform facing the beautiful lake. Both were staring at the lake with a long silence. Their mind were far away while remembering Yvonne in their hearts. Then Chloe broke the silence and asked Dylan something that hurt his heart like a knife cutting through his heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choe: Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Yes... sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: How did mom died? I…I mean why.... mom die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe raised her head a little and stared at Dylan. Looking for an answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Did mom died because of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Oh! No! Of course not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: - (silent and looked down again) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Sweet….sweetheart…. (looked concerned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Daddy…..it’s my fault…Mom died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: No! Sweetheart! No! Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan slowly grabbed Chloe by her shoulders and moved her closer to his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Listen to me sweetheart! You got nothing to do with Mom’s death. Okay!.....You got nothing to do with Mommy’s….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Then! Why Mom has to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: ….. (speechless)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: (started to weep)… Why mom has to die? Hhuhhh..Huhhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: …Oh Sweetheart…sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Huhhuhhh!!!huuhhh!!!! I miss Mommy….Daddy! Huhhhuhhhhhh!!! I miss Mommy so much...... hhhhuhhhuhhhh!!!!!! (started to sob more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Chloe! Stop! Don’t cry sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But Chloe cried like a baby and Dylan hugged her tightly. Trying hard to calm her down. Then Dylan remembered how he left and abandoned his ex-wife, Yvonne, 6 years ago and started to explain to Chloe that Yvonne died due to his fault. His guilt in his heart made him believed that Yvonne really died because of him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Chloe! Mom died because I …I …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Mommy died because I didn’t take care of her… I…..I…… huhhhhh….. Daddy was a bad person last time. A bad person. Daddy does not deserve Mommy’s …. Huhhuhhhh…huhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan couldn’t continue and just sobbed badly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Daddy wasn’t there when Mommy needed Daddy that time. Daddy did hope…hope to make things better when Daddy came back but …but..huhhuhhh… it’s was too late then…huhhuhh..huhhhhh just too late and I am sorry, Chloe!... I’m so so sorry….huhhhhh…. that I left Mommy by her own….when she have you….. Daddy is so…so soorr….soorryyy….. huhhuhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan covered his face with his two bare hands and started to cry profusely and emotionally. Thinking how Yvonne suffered that very moment craving for him to come back to her and how he was away not knowing it. Seeing Dylan in such an emotional state, Chloe slowly held his hands and smiled at him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe stood up and slowly wiped Dylan’s tears away and hugged him tightly. Then Chloe whispered near Dylan’s ears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Daddy I know now. Mommy died so that you could come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Upon hearing that, Dylan cried even more and hugged Chloe tightly and emotionally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Oh! Chloe! Huhhhhh…. My little angel!..... Huhhuhhhhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan woke up abruptly after calling Chloe’s name several times and found himself sitting on a sofa at the waiting room facing the entrance of an operation theatre in a specialist centre. On the door, there was a sign that says “DO NOT ENTER. FOR NURSES AND DOCTORS ONLY.” It took Dylan awhile to realize that he was actually in the specialist centre where Chloe was undergoing surgery and he just had a dream sitting next to Chloe on a wooden platform at a beautiful lake awhile ago. A dream that he hoped for eternity. Beside him was Lydia who was sleeping while waiting for Chloe’s surgery to be over. Then suddenly a nurse rushed into the waiting room and quickly walked towards Dylan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse&lt;/strong&gt;: Sir, can you quickly come with me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Nurse’s voice was so loud that it woke up Lydia from her sleep. Lydia’s sleepy eyes saw Dylan walking quickly with the Nurse towards a window next to the main entrance. Feeling curious of Dylan and the nurse’s sudden weird movement, she quietly followed them. As Lydia approached the window next to Dylan and the nurse, she saw hundreds of people waiting outside the specialist centre holding candles. Some held up a banner that says “GOD PLEASE SAVE CHLOE, OUR SUNSHINE, OUR ANGEL”. It was late in the evening and those hundreds of candle lights from the crowd made the front entrance of the specialist centre looked like an enchanted garden. Couldn’t believe what they saw, Dylan, Lydia and all the nurses in the specialist centre were so touched by the big crowd who turned up to pray and support Chloe’s brain surgery. Upon noticing Dylan and Lydia staring at them, the crowd suddenly sang “You are my sunshine” song and this brought tears in Lydia and Dylan’s eyes because it was like seeing Yvonne singing the song for Chloe again. Now the whole world is praying to God to save Chloe in her fatal operation. The song saved Chloe before and they all believed that it will save Chloe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours had passed and the doctors were still operating in the operation theatre. The crowd from the outside looked rather restless and nervous. Everyone was hoping for the best for Chloe. One of the nurses connected the patient monitor in the operating theatre to an amplifier located outside the theatre and linked it to the speakers purposedly stationed at the main entrance of the centre. Under doctors’ orders, more nurses seemed to quickly carry and put more huge speakers at the main entrance facing the crowd so that the crowd could listen to Chloe’s heartbeat. When the speakers sounded Chloe’s heartbeat, the crowd cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the heart beat slowed down for while and the crowd became silent. Some were sobbing and crying. Some whispered to God. “Oh God! No! No! Please God! No!”. Lydia couldn’t take the emotional pressure anymore and hugged Dylan and cried. Everyone were silent when the beeping sound kept slowing down. Then the beeping stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, a very tired doctor came out from the operation theatre and walked slowly towards Dylan and Lydia. From his sad and gloomy expression, both Dylan and Lydia knew Chloe didn’t make it. Lydia couldn’t control her tears and cried terribly before the doctor approached Dylan and apologized for the surgery failer as Chloe died in the operation and there was nothing much he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was speechless. Still grasping the reality of losing Chloe and stood there like a statue for a while and lowered his head. Then he suddenly ran out to the crowd and looked at the sky and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“WHY? WHY GOD? WHY CHLOE? HUHHHH? WHHHY CHLOE? JUST WHHHHYYY? WHY YVONNE? WHY THEM AND NOT ME? JUST WHHHHYYYY? GOD DAMN YOU GOD!!!,HUUHHHHHHH GOD DAMNNNNN YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!”&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next scene…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The old man was still watching at the little chidren playing at the play ground. Suddenly a woman approached him and looked at him tentatively. Then the woman’s eyes were slowly filled with tears and her right hand slowly hold the porcelain little angel from the old man’s grasp. It was the one broken into two by Chloe a long time ago. Knowing that the woman has touched his porcelain angel, the old man slowly turned his head towards her and looked at her. Wondering who she was. Struggling to say something, the woman then held the old man’s hands tighter and started to whisper to him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: You.... (sobbed)….. you have a nice angel here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: (slowly smiled)…. It belongs to my daughter, Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Where is she now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: …..(looked down)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: What…happened to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: She…she died..Chloe….died….Chloe died….. died… … my daughter Chloe died….(voice faded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Upon hearing what the old man had said, the woman quickly covered her face with both her hands and wept badly. Couldn’t control her tears any longer, she tried to speak to the old man again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Huuhhhhh… don’t …don’t worry… I am sure..huhhhuhh…she misses you too… huhhhhhh… in fact….huhhuhhh…. very very much!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then the woman wept terribly and the old man upon seeing her teary eyes, also wept after her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: Huhhhhhh….huhhhhh…..Huhhhhhhhhh…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: I….I……huhhhhhh….. used to have a father too…. But he…huhhhhuhh…… he couldn’t remember me…. I ah…huhhhhhhh…just hope that he could still see me… and huhhhhhh…..remember me like I used to be after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: Why?.... (looked confused)….why can’t he remember you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Because…huuhhhhhh….. long ago, he..he….huhhhhh….. shot himself in the head …..huhhhhhhh…. (wept badly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh! My God! Is he okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: (sobbed terribly)…… Yeap…..he is okay andda doctor said it was a miracle…. somehow he recovered from his injury but….hhuhhhhhhhh….. he cou…hhhhhhh….couldn’t remember me……(sobbed terribly)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh! You poor woman. What about your mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: Hhhhuhhh…. My mom died a long time ago before he shot himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: My God! What a tragic life you have. I am so sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman started to cry more and after a while she stood up and slowly walked away from the old man. The old man just looked at her tentatively and then suddenly he asked her one more question before she was gone from his sight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey! Lady! Wait!.... How did your mom died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman stopped walking and slowly turned and faced the old man from a distance and answered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman&lt;/strong&gt;: My mom died because she had brain tumor and she died …. Huhhhhhhh …… (cried emotionally)…… she …….. she…..died…….so….. huhhhhh……huhhhhhh…….….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(silent for a while and struggled to breathe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;………….. huhhhhhh….hhhhhuuuhhhh…… so that my Daddy could come back to me ...... (cried even more terribly)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman stood there for a while and waited for the old man’s reaction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old man&lt;/strong&gt;: …......(felt confused alittle).............Oh…..I see....I…..I….am so sorry to hear that. You do take care now ya! You hear me! You take care now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Upon hearing what the old man said to her, the woman’s eyes were filled with so much tears until she cried emotionally and uncontrollably by herself. Feeling frustrated and terribly sad in her heart as if a knife has just cut through her heart. Then after a while, she slowly turned away and walked past the main gate with a sign that says “&lt;strong&gt;CHARLESWORTH MENTAL HOSPITAL&lt;/strong&gt;” and left the hospital with a broken heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene… 30 years ago...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Back to the scene of the main entrance of the specialist centre where Chloe died during her heart operation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was speechless. Still grasping the reality of losing Chloe and stood there like a statue for a while and lowered his head. Then he suddenly ran out to the crowd and looked at the sky and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“WHY? WHY GOD? WHY CHLOE? HUHHHH? WHHHY CHLOE? JUST WHHHHYYY? WHY YVONNE? WHY THEM AND NOT ME? JUST WHHHHYYYY? GOD DAMN YOU GOD!!!,HUUHHHHHHH GOD DAMNNNNN YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was so upset that he had lost two precious person in his life, Yvonne and Chloe, and felt a great pain in his chest. He wished he had never left them before. How he wish he could turn back time and make everything well again. But it was all too late now, everything was gone for him. His family (Yvonne and Chloe) were all gone and he will be alone all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly to everyone’s horror, Dylan took out a gun and shot himself in the head. Lydia was terrified and tried to stop him but it was too late. Dylan fell on the ground and the crowd was running away. Screaming for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, after Dylan shot himself, there was a beep sound coming from the speakers and the beeps got louder and faster. Until it was a normal beeping sound. Other doctors and nurses rushed out from the operation theatre and shouted, “CHLOE’S ALIVE! CHLOE’S ALIVE” but when the crowd came back, all were silent and terrified to see what happened to Dylan. The doctors who shouted were shocked to see Dylan’s motionlessly body and became terribly silent while staring at his lifeless body in disbelief. There was blood all over the floor. The good news of Chloe being alive again should have come earlier. It was only 5 seconds late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dylan shot himself, the bullet spared certain vital functions in his brain but not his sanity and memory. After the incident and months later, Dylan recovered from his head injury but he became insane thinking that Chloe had died in his lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors said during the brain surgery, Chloe actually died but came back to life again after a very brief moment. Ironically, that was when Dylan shot himself. It seemed the sound of the gun shot triggered Chloe’s heart to be alive again. It was a miracle from God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a lost miracle the doctors said as Dylan couldn’t remember his little daughter that he loves so much till today and for the last 30 years, Chloe had been coming to see her father in the mental hospital hoping for his recovery from his lost of memory. They may be separated mentally but their love for each other will always be there in their hearts, forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-3411607537382389717?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/3411607537382389717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/3411607537382389717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-7-lost-miracle_30.html' title='Scene 7 - The Lost Miracle'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/TBxzhDEnQ7I/AAAAAAAABYk/JyhSYGn6uF8/s72-c/FD6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-8835107671763938096</id><published>2010-01-30T09:30:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:07:31.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script (Scene 6)'/><title type='text'>Scene 6 - Praying to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="130" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8267b8dfc0e28ce8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8267b8dfc0e28ce8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18737F96E21DDA97916714F1D831F5CB665A7F32.D1F945BA311CCF5D89306138007453820DFA15C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8267b8dfc0e28ce8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djjju-YT3LxDpCbTW8pS1tO8G27I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="410" height="130" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8267b8dfc0e28ce8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18737F96E21DDA97916714F1D831F5CB665A7F32.D1F945BA311CCF5D89306138007453820DFA15C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8267b8dfc0e28ce8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Djjju-YT3LxDpCbTW8pS1tO8G27I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Please play the music while reading the story*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(It was at the hospital bed, Yvonne was dying. Lydia was holding Yvonne’s hands tightly while looking closely into her eyes. Tears were flowing quickly and profusely down her cheeks as she tried to whisper to her sister, Yvonne. Lydia knew that if she didn’t tell her sister that she loves her, she might not have the chance again. Yvonne was gradually losing her breath due to complication from her brain tumor and was feeling a lot of pain but she fought eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ry minute to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alive so that she could still be there for Lydia. For Yvonne, there was something she wanted to tell Lydia before she goes to heaven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: …Sis….sis ….. please hold on..Don’t leave me.... (cried).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yvonne tried to raise her right hand and held Lydia’s face gently. Slowly she wiped Lydia’s tears away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: It’s ok..okay… It’s time for me to go..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: ... NO!..NO!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia grabbed Yvonne’s hands even tighter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Lydia…Listen me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: … (cried)…..No….Please no!....God!.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: You have done enough…Lydia….I want you to know that you are the greatest sister I ever have… You…you…saved Chloe. Thank you for saving Chloe…Sis… here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S8Cq4wEo31I/AAAAAAAABUk/zw3lwAVNHHw/s1600/little+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458550640326795090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S8Cq4wEo31I/AAAAAAAABUk/zw3lwAVNHHw/s400/little+angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yvonne passed the procelain little angel to Lydia. It was the same ones that Lydia brought to the hospital that saved Chloe’s life few years ago. Looking at the little angel, Lydia remembered the sunshine song she sang together with Yvonne while trying to revive Chloe from dying and Lydia kept crying rememberin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;g that moment. Couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, Lydia slowly held the little angel gently and looked at Yvonne tentatively.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne: Saving Chloe was the best thing that you had done for me. I thank you, Sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: HUhhhhh.. I know that but…but I couldn’t save you.. I tried so many doctors…sis… just why?..... Please hold on please….please…. don’t die on me sis….Huhhhhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: ….Lydia….it’s okay. I am alive now because….you…you’ve already saved me. You already have. I will always remember you as my little sister.. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: (cried loudly)…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly Yvonne’s grasp became lighter and Lydia knew Yvonne was dying soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ia: NO!...NO!!!!!NOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne: L..L……Ly……Lydia.. please for….forgive Dylan…. Bring Chloe to him….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yvonne whispered softly and her voice faded before she lost her breath completely and died.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: NO!!!NO!!NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! SISSSSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(cried loudly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Lydia woke up suddenly and realized she had a dream of the past of how her sister, Yvonne, died in her arms. Lydia was actually having a nap at her favourite garden chair situated at the balcony of her house with a beautiful mountain scenery. It was one day before Chloe was scheduled for a brain surgery to be conducted by Doctor Brown. Her mom, Margaret Sawyer, noticed her waking up from her nap while calling Yvonne’s name repeatedly, began to worry about her. She knew that Lydia was probably worried about Chloe’s fatal brain surgery tomorrow. Patiently, Margaret sat down next to Lydia and talked to her. Hoping to find out more about her sudden mood swing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: You’ve been awfully quite today. Not like your normal self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: Just a little tired, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: What is it? Is it about Chloe’s surgery tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: You are worried, aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: (turned to the other side)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s been a while….. I haven’t seen you like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: (sighed)…..Like what mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: You are my daughter. I brought you to this world. I know what’s in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: What mom? What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s okay you know. It’s okay to let yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: Stop it mom. Just let me be alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: If you keep doing this, it will be bad for your heart. You have been carrying this burden for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: …..(started to weep slowly)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s okay, Lydia. You didn’t cry lately and you were strong. I have not seen you cry before since that day in the hospital when Yvonne…..(sighed)…... It’s too heavy for you. Stop carrying this burden sweetheart. It’s…..it’s okay to cry, sweetheart. You know ….It’s okay to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: …(started to sob harder)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s okay. I know….. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly Lydia couldn’t take the emotional pressure anymore and quickly hugged Margaret and cried. Suffocating in her own tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia&lt;/strong&gt;: hhuhhhhhhh….I miss Sis so much, Mom. Huhhhuhh….hhhhuhhhh…..hhhuuuhhhhhh…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: I know Lydia. Mom knows. You were trying to be strong for her and Chloe. It’s okay now. Be yourself and let go. Just cry all you have to, sweetheart…..It’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: (cried out loud)…huuhhhuhhhhhhh…..I wish that Sis is still alive….Hhuuhhhhhuhhh….Now…now…huhhuhhh…. Chloe is going for an operation tomorrow and anything…huhhhuhh…. If…if….huhhhuh hhuhhhhh…..anything happen to her tomorrow, I don’t know I can take it, Mom….. ….hhuuhhhhhhhhhh…..(cried profusely)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: Dear, whatever happen to Chloe tomorrow is God’s will. There is nothing you can do. Everything that happened to Chloe, Yvonne and Dylan are God’s will, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;It’s okay…..sweetheart. Don’t put everything on yourself…..like this…..shhhh…..it’s okay….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: I felt like I have failed Sis, ….Mom…. I failed to give Chloe a good life. Why God has to do this to Chloe? Isn’t it Yvonne suffered enough? I feel like I am losing two sisters now. I…I…am afraid to lose Chloe, Mom…Huhhhuhh…... I am…just too afraid…..hhuhhhhh….. Loving Chloe is like having Sis all over again and now….hhhhuhhhhhhhh…..I just can’t take this anymore….if..if….huhhhuhhhuhhhh……&lt;br /&gt;(sobbed and cried loudly)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: Shhh….it’s okay. Chloe will be fine. …. It’s okay……&lt;br /&gt;…..We just have to pray for her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was a moment that Margaret and Lydia will always remember. How they were so helpless and so weak in their lives. All the years of happiness with Yvonne and her daughter, Chloe, might be over soon tomorrow when Chloe had her operation. Their lives might be ruined forever. The pain and suffering of losing two loved ones in their lives might be too unbearable for them. While they were hugging for a long time and cried together, both were praying quietly in their hearts for a miracle to happen in Chloe’s brain surgery tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“God! Please help us.&lt;br /&gt;Please help Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t take Chloe away from us.&lt;br /&gt;God! Please God! Please help us.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t take Chloe away from me and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;God! Please help us. God! Please!&lt;br /&gt;Please save Chloe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! Please! Please God!.....&lt;br /&gt;Please!....”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then suddenly it started to rain heavily. There were thunderstorm and lighting in the sky. It was as if God heard their prayers. Then Alfred, their butler came into the room and looked rather anxious and frightened. As if something terrible had happened.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alfred:&lt;/span&gt; Maam…mm..madam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Margaret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is it Alfred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What? What’s wrong Alfred? Why are you so frightened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alfred:&lt;/span&gt; Miss…Miss Chloe has disappeared! I countn’t find her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Margaret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; ALFRED! DIDN’T I ASK YOU TO LOOK AFTER HER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Alfred:&lt;/span&gt; I did. I was away for a while in the kitchen and when I came back I couldn’t find her! I had checked the hall, the kitchen, all the rooms, the porch, the backyard, everywhere but..but..I couldn’t find Miss Chloe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; DAMN! ALFRED! HOW COULD YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Margaret:&lt;/span&gt; Alright! Enough of scolding. Let’s go find Chloe now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Margaret&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Alfred frantically searched everywhere in the house, the rooms, the backyard and then finally the garden. To their horror, they saw Chloe squatting down beside the garden chair and crying in the rain. Her clothes were all soaked and she was crying loudly. In a state of panic, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; quickly carried Chloe into the house.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CHLOE! What are you doing in the rain, huh? Look at you! Poor girl you are all wet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Margaret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ALFRED! Go get clean towels now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lfred: &lt;/span&gt;Yes Madam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Alfred hurried to the storeroom and got clean towels for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. While &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; were wiping Chloe’s face quickly, Chloe was still crying emotionally. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; noticed Chloe was holding something in her grasp. While trying to calm her down, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lydia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; realized Chloe was holding a broken porcelain little angel. The one that saved her life when she was borned. It was broken into two and Chloe was still crying over it loudly and emotionally as she craved for her mother, Yvonne who had died.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S9LUPIdcb-I/AAAAAAAABU8/voyP-sPLJQ8/s1600/FD22.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 93px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463662654387941346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S9LUPIdcb-I/AAAAAAAABU8/voyP-sPLJQ8/s400/FD22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chloe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; AHhhhhh!hhhhh!hhhhhhhh Mooommmmmyy a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ahhhh….hhhhhh……Mommy…Aaaahhhhahhha ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.moooommmmyy……Mommy!!Huuhuhhhh!!Huhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Looking helplessly at Chloe, Lydia and Margaret broke down and cried too. They hugged Chloe tightly and emotionally.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lydia:&lt;/span&gt; Oh sweetheart!..Oh poor sweetheart! Are you worried about the surgery tomorrow? Huh? You will be okay!!!!! I promise!....I promise!!!!!! You will be alright! Don't cry ya, sweetheart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Margaret:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sweetheart!!!!!! Grandma will get you a new angel!.Okay…Don’t cry!.....Don’t cry..!!!!! You poor baby!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(It became clear to Lydia and Margaret that Chloe was actually searching for the little angel awhile ago because she was scared about her brain surgery due tomorrow and how she hope that the little angel could help save her again. But somehow, the little angel fell and broke into two by accident and that was why Chloe cried. It was the first time Chloe reacted that way and called her mother since she developed brain tumor months ago. Then Lydia and Margaret had the most painful feeling in their hearts when they heard what Chloe said again as she struggled with her tears while holding the broken little angel tightly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S9LUTWq2E3I/AAAAAAAABVE/1-lYsue1v0s/s1600/FD25.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 86px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463662726921720690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S9LUTWq2E3I/AAAAAAAABVE/1-lYsue1v0s/s400/FD25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chloe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hhhuuhhhhh…..Mmm…..Mommy….Daddy..…Please ....please......don’t leave me ….please don't..... 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After conducted a few tests on Chloe, Dr. Brown finally had a meeting with both of them and informed them of a even graver news about Chloe’s medical condition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: I am afraid it’s not autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: But Dr. Anton told us Chloe has autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: I think he is wrong. From all the medical examination and tests conducted so far, I can confirm with you now, it's not autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Then what is it, Dr. Brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: (sighed)…Chloe has a tumor in her brain. The tumor’s location had damaged her surrounding brain structure with neurologic conditions and in Chloe’s case it is the facial nerve paralysis and it had also obstructed the passage of cerebrospinal fluid that causes her to have no reaction towards any person talking to her. In order words, the tumor caused her a disability to respond emotionally nor could she respond facially or physically to anyone who is talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; You mean that though Chloe is not moving like a normal child, her mind is still well and she totally understand what you are saying to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: That’s right. It’s like a coma. Your mind may be conscious but you can’t move or can’t wake up. Mmmmm is there a family member who has similar symptom like Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes Doctor. Chloe’s mom died due to brain tumor. What are you saying? Is it hereditary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: I am afraid so. 70% of cases like this comes from hereditary circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan was speechless while he listened to the conversation between Lydia and Dr. Brown. The more he listened, the more he felt like his heart was torn to pieces from news of Chloe’s medical condition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Dr. Brown. Is this tumor fatal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: I…I am afraid it is. The tumor had spread too rapidly into her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor, please tell us. How long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: It’s hard to say. Maybe weeks or months. Some lived for a year or two. I am very sorry. Please be prepared for Chloe. I also do suggest that an immediate corrective surgery be conducted to stop the spreading of the tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: Is.....Is the surgery life threatening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: What are the chances of this surgery, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: This is a very dangerous surgery but if it is successful, Chloe will live like a normal person again after that but if it is not, then….(sighed) .... It all depend how strong Chloe is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then Dylan broke down and cried. Lydia was horrified by Dr. Brown’s last words. It became clear to her that Chloe has a life threatening disease and will die one day. What about Yvonne’s wish and her promise to take care of Chloe until she grows up and get married. Suddenly all that became a nightmare to Lydia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Brown&lt;/strong&gt;: (sighed)….I understand how you feel now. Maybe it will be best that you go back and think over it. Get some time together with the rest of the family members and talk about it again. At this time, what Chloe really needs is your love and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After the meeting with Dr. Brown, Dylan and Lydia were waiting at the waiting hall for Chloe to be discharged. Dylan was speechless and seemed to be lost in his mind. He had no idea what he should do for Chloe and what the future will be for him and Chloe. Looking at Dylan sympathetically, Lydia took out something from her pocket and passed it to Dylan. It was a little white porcelain statue of an angel with wings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: Here take this. It saved Chloe before and I know it will save Chloe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;: What's this?&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S4V2M8FUVSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/9LoQQki2TC4/s1600-h/f2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 85px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441885689406051618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S4V2M8FUVSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/9LoQQki2TC4/s400/f2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(In Lydia’s mind about 8 years ago at Saint Mary’s Hospital after a few days of giving birth to Chloe prematurely, Yvonne’s gynecologist informed her that Chloe might not survive after the birth because she was too weak and too little. During that dramatic moment, everyone was in the intensive care room watching Chloe wearing a tiny oxygen mask around her little face and it broke their hearts to see her suffer at such a tender age. Especially Yvonne who broke down and cried from time to time while being consoled by her mom, Margaret. There was a patient monitor next to Chloe’s bed and a female doctor was treating Chloe with several nurses helping her. Then suddenly the doctor sighed and turned to Yvonne and looked at her sadly and shaked her head slowly. Signaling to Yvonne to prepare for the worst. After a while, to everyone’s horror, the beeping sound coming from the patient monitor began to beep much slower gradually. Yvonne cried out loud and called Chloe several times. Telling her one and only daughter not to go. Not to leave her like that. She was all Yvonne has in her life. Everyone cried and so were the nurses and doctors. It was an emotional moment for everyone in the room while listening to the beeping sound of the patient monitor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Baby…Chloe….(cried)….please don’t go. Mummy is here ya…Mummy is here…(cried)….Please be strong…..Be strong…..(cried)…Don’t leave Mummy like this…Please don’t….You need to live so that Mummy can take care of you….(cried)….so that Daddy will come back to see you one day….ya…(cried emotionally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret heard what Yvonne had just said and knew that Yvonne was still hoping for Dylan to come back to her despite having lost of contact for 9 months after he left for Los Angeles. Suddenly Lydia ran into the intensive care room and passed Yvonne a small porcelain statue of a little angel with wings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Sis, remember this? You always play with this when you were having Chloe. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: What this Lydia? I got no time to play with toys now. Chloe is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: No! Remember each time you play with this angel, Chloe kicked you in your stomach. Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yvonne wiped her tears away and tried to understand what Lydia was trying to tell her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Yeah! But only after I sing that “You are my Sunshine” song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: That’s right! Now try it again! Sis! ....Try it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yvonne held that little porcelain statue and sang the “You Are My Sunshine” song with tears in her eyes while looking at Chloe. Hoping that some kind of a miracle will come to save Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: (cried) …Huhhuhhhh You huhhh You are my sunshine…My only huhhhh sunshine. You make me happy. When skies are grey…huhhh you’ll never know dear..how much I love you…huhhhh please don’t take my sunshine away…huhhhhhhhh (cried emotionally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The beeping sound in the patient monitor was still getting slower and slower. After singing the song half way, Yvonne broke down in tears terribly and laid next to Chloe on the bed. Praying to God hoping for Chloe not to die at that moment. When all of Yvonne's relatives saw her struggled to sing the song for Chloe, they all cried emotionally too. Everyone was prepared for the worst as Chloe may die at any moment. The beeping sound was still getting slower and slower.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: God! No! Please don’t let Chloe die! Please God! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia cried emotionally while covering her mouth with her right hand. Tears were flowing down her cheek profusely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After a while to everyone’s surprise, the beeping sound from the patient monitor suddenly increased gradually. To everyone's amazement, a miracle had just happened. Chloe’s heart suddenly beats faster. It was a miracle from God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: It’s beating faster! Yvonne look! Chloe’s heart is beating faster now! She is surviving this. KEEP! KEEP SINGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In a state of surprise, Yvonne quickly wiped her tears and continued singing the song while holding the little porcelain angel statue tightly in her hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy. When skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While Yvonne was singing, the beeping sound got faster and faster. Lydia started to sing along and so were the relatives, the doctors and all the nurses. Everyone sang their hearts out with Yvonne and Lydia for Chloe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You Are My Sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never know, dear, How much I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other nite, dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I lay sleeping &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed I held you in my arms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hung my head and cried &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never know, dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make you happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you will only say the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you leave me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll regret it all some day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never know, dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me once, dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You really loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one else could come between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now you've left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have shattered all my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my sunshine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only sunshine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When skies are grey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never know, dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't take my sunshine away." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a miracle from God that happened in the intensive care room that day. A loving heart not just from Yvonne and Lydia but also from the rest of the world who made Chloe survived that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_______________________&lt;&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After Dylan heard the story from Lydia of how the little porcelain angel statue and the song that Yvonne sang saved Chloe, he broke down and cried terribly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan! It’s okay. I know. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; No! ..huhhh…. that song was our favourite song. We used to sing together for hours on our Valentine… ….huhhhhh..hhhhhhhh….(cried terribly)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Www…what?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In Dylan’s mind ten years ago at a hill top in Texas. Dylan and Yvonne were sitting down chatting while looking at the wonderful view of the town. They had just celebrated their first valentine that romantic afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Hey honey, tell me what is your wish in life? What do you really want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Well! First I like to be a singer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan: A singer huh? Well can you really sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Of course I can, you silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Then what is your best song? Sing and let me hear you sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yvonne was thinking what song to sing for Dylan and saw the beautiful sunlight across the mountain side and decided to sing the “You Are My Sunshine” song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Mmmmm okay I will sing this song for you. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….you make me happy when…when…ah..okay that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Ha Ha Ha! You forgot the lyric of the song. You forgot the lyric. Haahhaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Hey! Stop laughing! You are making me mad now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Romantically, Dylan hugged Yvonne and looked at her closely in her eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Darling. It’s okay that you forgot the lyric. I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: I love you too Dylan. One day I will sing the song completely for you. Is a promise from me in my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was a promise that Yvonne had made to Dylan. To sing that song for him completely. Sadly by the time she memorized the lyric of that song, Dylan had already left her and so Yvonne channeled all her love to Chloe by singing that song for Chloe when she was pregnant and when she thinks of Dylan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________&lt;&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! My God! Yvonne had been singing that song not just for Chloe all this while but also for you to come back to her…..(sobbed)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; (cried)…huhhhuhhh…..She …….Sh…..She….finally know how to sing that song……she…..finally….did……..Lydia, she finally sang that song completely for me .....huhhhhhhhhhhhhh ….. (cried terribly)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia quickly hugged Dylan and they both cried together in the waiting room. Remembering Yvonne and that song again in their hearts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-899790701812544959?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/899790701812544959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/899790701812544959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-5-you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='Scene 5 - You Are My Sunshine'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S4V2M8FUVSI/AAAAAAAABQ8/9LoQQki2TC4/s72-c/f2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-7556490377229972388</id><published>2010-01-30T09:30:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:40:50.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script (Scene 4)'/><title type='text'>Scene 4 - Promise From The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="417" height="106" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a54e6701aa50e85f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da54e6701aa50e85f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49BCC33F2BDE21E4ED2487D08E5866F4AFE9278C.365740C119FF1C617D66A479DB1C51877BFCB3BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da54e6701aa50e85f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcCahFthpw_LIClJNus-lziFw3MI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="417" height="106" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da54e6701aa50e85f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49BCC33F2BDE21E4ED2487D08E5866F4AFE9278C.365740C119FF1C617D66A479DB1C51877BFCB3BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da54e6701aa50e85f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcCahFthpw_LIClJNus-lziFw3MI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;-Please play the music while reading the story -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After tucking her mother in, Lydia walked across the hall and saw Dylan sitting alone in the couch. Both of his hands were covering his face. Apparently he was weeping emotionally. Probably still couldn’t get over the fact that his daughter has autism. While Dylan was being emotional, Lydia walked closer towards him and looked at him. Suddenly Lydia remembered the past again.)&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In Lydia’s mind 2 years ago at Robson’s Cemetery. Dylan was seen lying next to Yvonne’s tombstone drunk like a lifeless corpse. Suddenly a car screeched to a halt in high speed next to Yvonne’s tomb and Dylan saw Lydia coming out from the car, walking towards him while he was lying on the ground. In a state of intoxication, Dylan could hardly open his eyes. When Lydia stood by his side, she kicked his thigh. Feeling disgusted by her ex-brother in law's behavior who had been blaming himself over her sister’s death and ended up rotting himself away like a piece of old rag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Wake Up! You son of a bitch! I SAID WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan struggled to open his eyes after he heard Lydia’s shout and felt a slight pain at his thigh from her kick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Look at you. Just look at you! You are doing it again! DAMN! I wonder why I ever showed you my sis’s graveyard in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: WAKE UP! DAMN IT! DYLAN! WHY YOU DO IT AGAIN? HUH! WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan struggled to stand up and faced Lydia while maintaining his balance. His eyes were still full of tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Do what again, Lydia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: ABANDON HER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Abandon who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: WHO ELSE? Your daughter, CHLOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: …..I……..I..…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: I told you that you have a daughter a week ago and you didn’t come and see her. Damn you Dylan! What kind of a father are you? First you abandoned Yvonne and now what? Are you going to abandon your own little girl? DAMN YOU, DYLAN! You have destroyed one life! Are you going to destroy another? Yvonne was right. You don’t deserve to be a father let alone a husband. No wonder the whole world is angry with you because you never keep your promise and you are too coward to be what you should be. …(sighed)………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: ....I...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: WHAT? Speak up DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: ...(started to sob)…I can’t move on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: WHAT?.....you want to quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: NO!..????…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: WHAT THEN? WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I’M JUST NOT WORTH IT ANYMORE! LYDIA! Everything died when Yvonne died. I shouldn’t left her like this. I..I…huhhuhhhh… didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to her….Maybe she would have lived if I didn’t go...huhhhhhhh…hhhhhhuuuhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan looked up into the sky in frustration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: It’s no use!....Everything is gone now! Everything become meaningless, every effort is useless, every love is lost, every memory is gone, everything in life is pointless without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: If you love Yvonne so much, then why did you leave her?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Dylan’s mind 6 years ago at Kensington’s Airport, Yvonne was persuading Dylan not to go as she had mixed feelings about him going away and not coming back again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Dylan, maybe you shouldn’t go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: What? What do you mean? ....(sighed).....Honey we talked about this already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: I know. Is that I have a bad feeling about this Dylan. I am afraid that this is your last trip and you will never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan:  Honey! You worried too much. It will only take 3 years and when I graduated, I will come back and work here. I’m coming back every holiday to visit you, okay honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Dylan! Why don’t we just forget the whole thing. Let’s live right now! Just be ourselves and have what we got. I don’t mind that you are not rich or you will not become a lawyer, all I want is that you are here with me and we can still be happy together. We may be poor but we are happy, okay Dylan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan’s eyes became so sad when he listened to Yvonne’s feelings, he knew it was in contrast to his ambition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Honey!.....(sighed)….. I am sorry….We talked about this before. This career of becoming a lawyer is important to me. I need to do this, okay? I love you. Please be there for me. It’s only a few years after that I will be back for good. I promise I will do my practice here in Texas, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly, the airport made a public announcement that Dylan’s plane is about to fly and he has to board the plane immediately. This only made Yvonne to have more tears and she slowly cried knowing that Dylan was about to leave her for a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Oh Honey! Please don’t be like this huh? I can’t leave like this seeing you cry. Please be happy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knowing that Dylan needs to go that time, Yvonne tried to compose herself and hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne: Please come back, honey. Remember to come back. I gonna miss you so much and I ..I…. love you so much…..I …..(cried)……I love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I love you too baby. I got to go now. Okay? You take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan gave Yvonne a kiss on her forehead before walking to the exit entrance. As Dylan turned back, he waved at Yvonne and saw her crying with tears but she was smiling. Telling him that it is okay for him to go as she will wait for him to come back. With a heavy heart, Dylan walked into the exit point to the next tunnel and he was no longer in her sight anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I know I was wrong! I should have come back. I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: (Sighed)… Do you know that my sis wrote you so many letters but you didn’t write back. She waited for you every Christmas for six years. She waited and waited. Everyone said you will not come back after you didn’t come back on the 3rd year but she … (sighed)…. She always said that you will come back one day….. She always said that you will. But no one will ever guessed that you came back only after she died. …. DAMN YOU DYLAN! Do you know how selfish you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I know..That’s why I want to die! God!... I am so useless! I was a fool not listening to her at the airport! Goddddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan grimaced in pain remembering the past.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: (sighed)…. It’s not too late, Dylan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Not too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: You still have Chloe? Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan whispered softly as if he was trying to understand this name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: To me Chloe is like having my sister all over again. …(sobbed)….. You don’t know how I miss my sister so much… When she died, I felt like what you are feeling now but when I think of Chloe and see Chloe, I know I have her back in my life. I see Yvonne in Chloe. Maybe that’s what Sis wanted us to do now. To love Chloe like the way she loved Chloe. ….(sighed)….. you have a daughter. A part of Yvonne is in Chloe. Further, Chloe is your own flesh and blood and Yvonne's only daughter. Please don’t abandon her? Please don’t repeat your mistake again. Regain yourself and forgive yourself by loving your own daughter now. She needs your loving care and she needs you, Dylan. She needs a father more than ever after Yvonne died. I am sure Yvonne wanted to see you loving her and care for her, care for ....your one and only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan was silent as he listened tentatively to every word Lydia has spoken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Come, let’s go! I will take you to see your daughter now! Mom is also okay with this. Come! let’s go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia fetched Dylan to her house again where Chloe was sitting at the couch in the living room. Lydia entered first to the hall and walked towards Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Chloe! Sweetheart, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe just lowered her head and nodded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: I brought someone to see you today. Remember your mommy said that your Daddy will come and see you one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe looked up at Lydia quickly and was surprised. She had no idea that day has come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Sweetheart, your Daddy is finally here. Look over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia pointed to the other end of the living room where Dylan was standing. Chloe was staring at Dylan with her cute little eyes blinking. Then Lydia waved at Dylan, signaling him to come over to Chloe. Dylan walked slowly towards Chloe. He could only saw Yvonne's smiling face in Chloe’s face. The same face that Yvonne showed him when he left Yvonne at the airport 6 years ago. When Dylan was by her side, Lydia walked away and leave the two of them together alone. Then Chloe looked down at the floor. She was too shy to see Dylan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Hi! Chloe! How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I am your …your….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan was just lost of words suddenly. Couldn’t say the word that he wanted to say so much to his only daughter. Suddenly there was a response from Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Are you really my Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: ….yee….yes. Chloe….I…I….I am your Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe still lowered her head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: You look just like your mother..…I…I….I am so sorry that….I….(sobbed)…I.. was away for so long…sweetheart….…..(sobbed)…….I am so…so sorry….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: It’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3qMTqMLP0I/AAAAAAAABPY/SLYubar1S34/s1600-h/FD8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438813769374056258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3qMTqMLP0I/AAAAAAAABPY/SLYubar1S34/s400/FD8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(After hearing Chloe’s positive response, Dylan slowly tried to hug her but before he could complete his hug, Chloe quickly hugged him tightly and cried. Dylan was surprised to see Chloe’s sudden outburst of tears while hugging him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: (cried loudly)…. I miss Mommy!.....(cried loudly again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knowing why Chloe cried, Dylan hugged Chloe tightly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Daddy, please don’t leave me! Please don’t leave me!&lt;br /&gt;(cried loudly)…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: (sobbed)…huhhhh….. I won’t leave you. Oh! My sweetheart! I won’t leave you! I promise I will never leave you! ...huhhuhhhhh (cried)…huhhhhhhh sweetheart huhhhhhhhh I am so sorry ….hhuhhhhhhhhh…..so….sorry for leaving you and Mommy for so long……so sorry..huhhhuhhh…..I am so sorry.hhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Promise me Daddy! Promise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: I promise! I promise you Chloe! I promise! ....Oh sweetheart....huhhuhhh..(cried).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan and Chloe hugged each other so tight and cried emotionally. Lydia seemed to have more tears in her eyes while looking at them together. Finally she had fulfilled her sister’s wish of uniting Dylan and her daughter, Chloe, together. Yvonne's one and only little angel had finally found her father and be loved again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;___________________________&lt;&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When Lydia remembered the past on how fate had brought Dylan and Chloe together, she decided that Chloe’s autism shall not be the end of everything. She began to believe that children with autism have a life too like any ordinary child.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: Dylan! Stop crying! The best is to find a way to deal with Chloe. We need to do research and learn how to bring up a kid with autism. Are you listening to me, Dylan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan just nodded his head as he was too distressed to speak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: We will get a second opinion on Chloe again tomorrow and then we shall decide how to deal with this properly. If you still love Yvonne and Chloe, please be strong and overcome this, Dylan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan didn’t answer but his eyes were full of tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: No matter what! We will bring Chloe back to herself again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-7556490377229972388?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/7556490377229972388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/7556490377229972388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-4-promise-not-to-leave.html' title='Scene 4 - Promise From The Heart'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3qMTqMLP0I/AAAAAAAABPY/SLYubar1S34/s72-c/FD8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-3611207068370677061</id><published>2010-01-30T09:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T05:08:13.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script (Scene 3)'/><title type='text'>Scene 3 - Crayon Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="411" height="103" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4892fc7548429f7a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4892fc7548429f7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D395854602FDC0B736A77CB6DAA39B84A1923FF71.5030CD841BFABAE586B7187746B404C2DB1E93DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4892fc7548429f7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnALfbPDIHTFR8y86R0g0yFpUOyU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="411" height="103" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4892fc7548429f7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D395854602FDC0B736A77CB6DAA39B84A1923FF71.5030CD841BFABAE586B7187746B404C2DB1E93DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4892fc7548429f7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnALfbPDIHTFR8y86R0g0yFpUOyU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Please play the music while reading the story -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(On the way back to home from hospital after the shocking news from Doctor Anton about Chloe’s condition, no one did say a single word in the car. Lydia was driving and her eyes were locked on to the traffic in front of her. Dylan was sitting and looking up into the sky through his side window thinking and asking why God is doing this to him and to his daughter. Wondering whether this is a punishment for abandoning Yvonne 8 years ago. The silence in the car during the journey home from the hospital reminded him of the first time he knew about Yvonne’s death 2 years ago and how Lydia took him to her grave and accidentally revealed Chloe's existence to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour, they reached home. Their butler, Alfred, came out from the house and looked rather anxious and Lydia noticed that. Dylan took no notice of it as he only wanted to bring Chloe to her room and care for her. Lydia sensed that something was wrong and quickly asked her butler what was the matter and the butler answered that her mother, Margaret, has fallen ill all of a sudden and has refused to eat any food. Upon hearing that, Lydia quickly walked to her mother’s room and saw her mother lying on the bed. In her sight, she could see that her mother has grown so much older than before with her white hair and how weak she has become in her sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;: -(silent with her eyes closed)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; What’s the matter? Are you sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret opened her eyes slowly and looked at Lydia. She was looking for an answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; What did the doctor say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; ..huhhhh…. The doctor said Chloe is fine…She's fine. Don’t worry, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret looked at Lydia for a moment and knew she was lying. Being her mother for 30 years, she knew Lydia too well. A stand up person who is always straight and honest. Someone who doesn’t know how to lie even a white lie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; You are lying! I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; What did the doctor say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; ..(sighed)…. The doc… The doctor said Chloe has autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; What! Are you sure? That can’t be! She’s too old for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s what Doctor Anton said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; Well! I think we need to get a second opinion. Doctor Anton is definitely wrong! This is preposterous. How could Chloe has autism? She was fine for 8 years until recently …. I…. I better get up and see her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret tried to get up but found no strength in her hands. Lydia tried to stop her and asked her to rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom! Dylan is with Chloe now. Please get some rest, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. She was too tired to get up and too tired to know more about Chloe’s condition anymore as she was mentally stressed out and too weak to think of anything. Lydia just looked at her in silence and suddenly she felt a little pain in her heart looking at her mother's poor health while worrying about Chloe. Lydia remembered that two years ago, everything was different. Two years ago, her mother was stubborn and cruel towards her and Chloe and now she thought how time changes people. Or maybe how Chloe has changed her.)&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In Lydia’s mind two years ago, it was about a week after Lydia accidentally revealed the truth to Dylan. The truth of Yvonne having a little girl called Chloe and how this fact was intentionally kept as a secret from Dylan for years. This secret was shared by Margaret, Lydia &amp;amp; Yvonne. Lydia was seen arguing with Margaret at the living hall about keeping this secret from Dylan that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT BASTARD TO COME INTO MY HOUSE! NO! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: But mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: Don’t "but mom" me! Damn it! Which side are you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: But didn’t you see how he was? He has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: Changed? Then where is he? Where is he, Lydia? You told him about Chloe a week ago and now where is he? It has been a week and he didn’t turn up to ask about her daughter. ….. (sighed)…. I don’t care. It still makes no difference. He will not be allowed to come to this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Okay! Then I will take Chloe to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: DON’T YOU DARE! Don’t you dare do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Mommm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: No! I said no and it’s final! Okay! FINAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia looked at Margaret in frustration. She knew that this was not what Yvonne wanted for Chloe for not having a father after she passed away. Lydia remembered what Yvonne told her when she had her last breath while fighting her cancer. Yvonne wanted Lydia to bring Chloe to Dylan but Margaret has been a stumbling block between them because until that time, she couldn’t forgive what Dylan did to Yvonne 6 years ago. How Dylan abandoned Yvonne and left the country without a single word. The more Lydia remembered what Yvonne wanted her to do for Chloe, the more she hated her mother for preventing her to do so. Then Lydia started to get emotional and sobbed. Feeling suffocated for being trap in the middle. She was thinking hard while at the same time feeling confused as to what was best for Chloe. Then Lydia saw Yvonne's picture on a piano in the hall and for that instance something tells her to fight her mother and fulfill her sister, Yvonne’s wish in uniting her little daughter, Chloe with her father who is her flesh and blood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: You cannot do this to Yvonne! I am sorry MOM! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO HER OR TO ME. YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO US ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: WHAT? I don’t want to hear this tone of voice from you…. YOUNG LADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: NO! NOOOO! MOM! NOOO!!!! PLEASE LISTEN TO ME … (started to sob)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Sis wanted Chloe to know her father, MOM!... (sobbed)…. Why can’t you see that? MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: (sobbed)….. you have been controlling Yvonne’s life. JUST LIKE THE WAY YOU CONTROLLED MINE. THAT’S WHY I LEFT TEXAS! MOM!. (sobbed emotionally)….. Only…only Yvonne is able to listen to you. Listen to all your orders and instructions of what to do in her life. Do you ever care about how she feel? HUH! DO YOU EVER CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia cried emotionally for a few minutes and Margaret was stunned to see Lydia's sudden emotional outburst. After a while Lydia tried hard to maintain her composure as she needed to finish what she wanted to say to her mother desperately.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia: NO! Not anymore! This time I will not let you destroy Chloe’s life. She is only 6 years old and she needs a father. I will follow Yvonne’s wish to bring Chloe to her father whether you like it or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia walked away from Margaret and when she was about to exit the room, she slowly turned back and looked at Margaret again. Still with tears in her eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: I love you … Mom! …..Just…just look at Chloe’s room… Then … you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia exited without seeing Margaret’s reaction. After being stunned for a while by Lydia’s sudden emotion cry, Margaret decided to listen to her and walked to Chloe’s room. Chloe was still sleeping soundly on her bed so Margaret entered quietly and looked at her. Then she looked around Chloe’s room and remembered that the last time she entered Chloe’s room was 6 months ago before Yvonne died. Then trying to figure out what Lydia meant by seeing Chloe’s room, Margaret looked around the walls of Chloe’s room again for a while. Suddenly she saw &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3Eyc8oSfKI/AAAAAAAABPI/Bw_0wjEzxvs/s1600-h/Fd43.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 99px; float: left; height: 124px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181698105736354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3Eyc8oSfKI/AAAAAAAABPI/Bw_0wjEzxvs/s400/Fd43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3EydZnofhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/q0-2m-zaUW4/s1600-h/Fd42.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 124px; float: left; height: 99px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181705887612434" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3EydZnofhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/q0-2m-zaUW4/s400/Fd42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3EyN3kRXkI/AAAAAAAABPA/_kezKw81kmI/s1600-h/Fd44.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px; float: left; height: 113px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181439048670786" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3EyN3kRXkI/AAAAAAAABPA/_kezKw81kmI/s400/Fd44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; paper paintings sticked to one corner of the wall and she approached closer to view them. They were Chloe’s paper paintings by crayons. Almost in all the paper paintings, Chloe painted herself as a little girl being held by her mother, Yvonne, on her left hand and on her right hand held by a figure of a man. Above herself, Chloe wrote her name and above her mother, Chloe wrote “Mommy” and above the figure of a man, she wrote “Daddy”. Margaret was staring at all Chloe’s painted pictures tentatively for a while. Suddenly she felt a little chill in her heart and realized that it wasn’t Dylan that Yvonne and Lydia were trying so hard to hide the secret from, instead they were actually hiding a secret from her. Then Margaret looked at her grand daughter, Chloe. Starting to smile a little. Seeing how cute her grand daughter was while she was sleeping, Margaret started to realize what Chloe and Yvonne wanted in their lives. They wanted forgiveness and a family together again. All they ever wanted was happiness. Just plain happiness from a simple family like any other person who is a child and who has a loving father and mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret sat down on Chloe’s tiny little chair and began to weep. Her emotions got stronger as she realized her mistake and Lydia was right. She didn’t see what Yvonne and Chloe wanted in their lives and thinking she was making the best decision for both of them, she was actually throwing their happiness away. Where is love when there is no forgiveness among ourselves? With Chloe’s painting, Margaret was able to see all that. So she started to sob and then cry. After crying for a while, Margaret heard a little cute childish voice. It was her grand daughter, Chloe, who had just woke up. Chloe was standing next to Margaret. Her right hand was brushing her cute little eyes as she was still very sleepy. Then Chloe quickly hugged Margaret and whispered to her. For Margaret, it was like a whisper of a little angel from heaven.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3Bd4WGF55I/AAAAAAAABOo/lTwHaq-5JO0/s1600-h/Fd32.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 82px; float: left; height: 124px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435947972821378962" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3Bd4WGF55I/AAAAAAAABOo/lTwHaq-5JO0/s400/Fd32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe: Grandma! Why are you crying? Don’t cry grandma! Don’t cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listening to Chloe’s little whisper, Margaret got even more emotional and couldn’t stop her tears from flowing down her cheeks as she struggled not to cry and hugged Chloe tighter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret: Oh! My little angel! Grandma …huhhh…. Grandma loves you….huhhh…. You know that right? ..huhhh…hhuuhhh….. Do you know you have a father...huh.... Chloe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chloe lowered her head and nodded. She looked sad all of a sudden.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret: Why sweetheart? Why are you so sad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe: Mommy told me not to tell you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret: ?????.....Not to tell me what...sweetheart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe: Not to tell you that Daddy is coming to meet me one day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret: ..... Do you want Daddy to meet you one day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chloe was silent for a while and then she nodded her head. Margaret then continued sobbing and more tears were seen in her eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing her grandmother in such an emotional state, Chloe slowly wiped her grandmother's tears away with her little hand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Grandma, please don’t cry. Don’t cry, grandma! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret: Huhhhhh….Grandma huuhhh….. grandma….is so sorry….huhhhh…… so sorry…… huhhhhhhh…… Grandma didn’t…huhhhhhh….know….huhhhuhh….&lt;br /&gt;Grandma loves you …..huhhhhhh… Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Chloe loves grandma too! Chloe loves grandma too! …... (in a whisper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: Grandma knows. Grandma knows now….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret hugged Chloe tightly for awhile before tucking her in and kissed her goodnight. It was a night that she will never forget in her life. How a little girl could actually make her understand what love is and what forgiveness truly is for a happy family by putting all hatred aside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside Chloe's room beside the door was Lydia. She was secretly hiding at the side while she witnessed the whole thing and saw her mother finally understood what she had been trying painstakingly to tell her all these years about Dylan, Yvonne and especially Chloe. Finally, Lydia smiled a little with content in her heart and left Chloe's room quitely.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_______________________&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(After remembering the past for awhile, Lydia slowly tucked Margaret in and kissed her forehead gently and whispered softly "I love you Mom!" before exiting Margaret's room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-3611207068370677061?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/3611207068370677061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/3611207068370677061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-3-secret.html' title='Scene 3 - Crayon Paintings'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S3Eyc8oSfKI/AAAAAAAABPI/Bw_0wjEzxvs/s72-c/Fd43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706358704171969321.post-7155244868718525404</id><published>2010-01-30T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:05:06.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script (Scene 2)'/><title type='text'>Scene 2 - The Autism</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="410" height="129" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dccf3d137e1d7962" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddccf3d137e1d7962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C796F3AC83868638FB3CBFEB289A89747A9726C.70817B93709A022B3A62DFD29A82D5C037A55035%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddccf3d137e1d7962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQp1KoKQBfw12F-LabXyN_0wk7dM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="410" height="129" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddccf3d137e1d7962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331561199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C796F3AC83868638FB3CBFEB289A89747A9726C.70817B93709A022B3A62DFD29A82D5C037A55035%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddccf3d137e1d7962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQp1KoKQBfw12F-LabXyN_0wk7dM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Please play the music while reading the story-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two years later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Dylan was at Yvonne’s family doctor’s clinic that belonged to Doctor Anton Peterson. Desperately seeking for professional help, Dylan consulted Doctor Anton regarding Chloe’s condition after she was admitted to the hospital one afternoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor what is wrong with my daughter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Doctor Anton was examining a MRI scan film of Chloe's brain while holding it up in the air. Then he put it down and looked at Dylan. Dylan could see in the doctor’s eyes that something was troubling him and he was about to give him some bad news about Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; How long has Chloe being like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Amm… few weeks? … Is anything wrong with her, doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; I think Chloe has autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Au…au..what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; Autism. It’s a disorder of neural development characterized by impaired social interaction and communication, and by restricted and repetitive behavior. These signs all begin before a child is three years old. In your case…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT? Please Doctor! I have no idea what you are talking about. Can you please explain in layman’s terms, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s a disease that impair a child’s ability to respond to you emotionally or normally. She will be unable to behave like a normal child with no sense of response, gesture or even emotional reaction towards anyone. Usually this disease occurred to a child below 3 years old and in your case, Chloe is 8 years old. It is a very rare phenomenon and I….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As Doctor Anton kept explaining to Dylan the definition and effects of Autism, it seemed the words coming out from Doctor Anton’s mouth cut through his heart. Dylan felt a sudden pain and ache in his heart knowing that his only daughter will not be a normal child again at such a young age. Chloe will not be calling him “Dad” anymore. After only getting to know Chloe for 2 years after Yvonne’s death and when he thought that things are going fine between him and Chloe, Dylan felt that very instant God is punishing him. No he thought, God is not punishing him but punishing Chloe. This is so not fair to her little daughter and in his thought he demands an answer that instant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Wait! Wait!...a minute doctor. Are you telling me that Chloe will not react like a normal child again? What? What’s going on here, doctor? Why is Chloe like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s probably a genetic cause. In fact till now no one can explain the cause of autism and there is also no cure for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT? NO CURE! No..No..NO! Doctor you got to cure my little girl. You have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; I understand your feelings now, Dylan, but there is really no cure for this kind of sickness …only treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan eyes were wide open as he seemed to be speechless after he heard what Doctor Anton had said. There is no cure for Chloe’s sickness. Feeling rather emotional and as if the world is crumbling down on him, Dylan's pain in his heart has just gotten worst and he felt an instant fear of losing Chloe that very second and he quickly kneeled down in front of Doctor Anton and begged him to cure his little girl. His little girl who used to smile, talk and look at him and call him “Dad” every day. He wants all these back again. He wants them so bad now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Doctor..Doc…huhh.hunhh….I..I beg….Beg you. Please cure my daughter. Please… I will do anything for her….Take my organ, my body….huhhh.h.hh.hh..hhhhhhh…..(sobbed) anything…..please….anything…..huhuhuhuuhuhhhhhh… (sobbed and then slowly cried)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In Dylan’s mind one year ago at Streford’s Hospital. Dylan was about to have a heart transplant operation soon. While he was resting on his bed, he was wakened by a whisper of a little girl. A voice that he recognized. It was his daughter, Chloe. She was whispering to Lydia, her aunt while looking at Dylan. Dylan pretended to sleep and was eager to know what his daughter was whispering about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Aunt Lydia. Please tell the doctor not to operate on my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Huh?...Why? … Don’t you want your Dad to get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe just lowered her head and didn’t reply. Lydia looked a little concern as she couldn’t understand why Chloe would ask for such thing. Trying to find out what was bothering her, Lydia looked closely to Chloe and asked her gently again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Honey! Why? What’s wrong, huh? Are you worried about your Dad? He will be fine, honey. Doctor said the operation is a common procedure and your Dad will be fine, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe still lowered her head. This time she has little tears in her eyes. Lydia saw her tears and tried to touch her little cute face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Hey…sweetheart. Why? Are you worried? What’s the matter huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia just kept looking at Chloe. Waiting for her to answer. She wanted to know what has been bothering Chloe. After a while, Chloe broke the silence and struggled to say something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2h_A5LziPI/AAAAAAAABMw/ND_gmdO0wUk/s1600-h/FD22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2iBqIrWp0I/AAAAAAAABM4/hNaWGkhBwSQ/s1600-h/FD24.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px; float: left; height: 86px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433735511306315586" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2iBqIrWp0I/AAAAAAAABM4/hNaWGkhBwSQ/s400/FD24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe: Mommy is no longer here.....(started to sob)…..huuhhh…..I don’t want to lose Daddy, Aunty Lydia. No one will love me anymore and I will be all alone! ….(sobbed)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia’s heart broke when she saw Chloe shred tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped Chloe’s tears away and explained to her that things will be fine and her Dad will survive the operation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Oh!...Sweetheart!.... Your Dad will be fine okay! He will be fine, I promise! Sweetheart….Your Dad has a very weak heart now so doctor need to give a new heart to your Dad so that he will be better again, okay sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: No!... Don’t take Daddy’s heart away. Please don’t! If you take it away, Daddy will no longer be my Daddy! If doctor gives Daddy another heart, Daddy will be another person. I don’t want. I don’t want another person. I want my Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For once, Lydia finally understood Chloe’s concern. Chloe was not worry about Dylan not surviving the operation. She was worried that Dylan will not be the same person because he will have another person’s heart. Lydia started to smile a little at Chloe while trying to figure out ways to explain to her that Dylan will still be her same Dad even with another person’s heart. Before Lydia could explain to Chloe, Dylan suddenly woke up and waved at Chloe. Dylan had heard Chloe &amp;amp; Lydia’s conversation and he thought it’s about time he talk to her little daughter before the operation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Sweetheart, come here to Daddy. Come here Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe walked slowly to Dylan’s bed and sat on the edge. Her tears were still flowing down from her eyes. Dylan looked at his only daughter closely and whispered to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Sweetheart, I will always love you. You know that right? Even though I have another person’s heart, I am still your Daddy as I love you not just from my heart but also from my hands, my legs, my eyes, my ears and my brain too, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After hearing what Dylan had said, Chloe started to chuckle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Hey! Sweetheart, look at me. I am not gonna leave you..huh- ah not yet! I am going to survive this and I am gonna still be the same old Dad for you …. Maybe even better okay. Even if I have no heart sweetheart, I still love you in my own magical ways. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Okay! I love you Daddy. Please promise me you will be the same Daddy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan: Of course I will sweetheart, I promise. I promise….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe seemed to understand Dylan’s explanation better and she nodded and quickly hugged Dylan so tight that he felt like suffocating. While hugging Chloe, Dylan noticed Lydia staring at him and Chloe. She was starting to have tears too in her eyes after she heard what Dylan had just said to Chloe.)&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doctor Anton tried to hold Dylan’s arms and helped him to his feet. He couldn’t face such an embarrassment having someone kneeled down in front of him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan I am so sorry! I understand how you feel for your daughter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; No you don’t! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan walked out of the clinic in anger and frustration. He then walked quickly to the next room where Chloe was sitting down attended by a nurse. He approached Chloe and held her hand and looked closely to her eyes and whispered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetheart! …Do you remember a year ago?... Daddy was in a hospital having a heart operation…Do you remember, sweetheart?..... …Do you remember huh ….sweetheart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan started to have a lot of tears in his eyes as he recalled the past of how Chloe hugged him so tight before his heart operation a year ago. Now how he wish he could have Chloe hugging him again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweetheart, you asked Daddy to be the same Daddy…..and….huhhhhhh….. Daddy fulfilled Daddy’s promise to you…see....hhhhuhhhh (sobbed terribly)…… Please sweetheart….. (sobbed terribly)…..please be yourself again…. Please huhhhhh…..be my little girl again…..huhhhhhhh…please be my…hhuhhhh….. …..hhuhhh……….lit..littl…..little girl again…..(sobbed)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe has no response and she was looking at another side away from Dylan’s eyes. Suddenly Dylan words were interrupted by Lydia who was observing him since he came into the room but she didn’t want to interrupt him until then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s no use. She could not understand you. It has been weeks like that. She has no response to anyone, Dylan. Stop talking to her like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; No! She does! I know she does because she’s my daughter! She’s my angel. My little angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; And she’s my niece too, Dylan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan started to cry as he couldn’t control his emotions any longer. The news of Chloe having autism at such a tender age is unbearable and unbelievable. His heart still ache terribly thinking about it. Lydia saw Dylan crying and it reminded her how Dylan cried at the gate in front of her house when Yvonne died 2 years ago and she can’t bear to see him like that again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Now you stop crying! Chloe needs you more than ever now! You remember Chloe asked you to be the same Dad for her? Do you? Do you know why she asked you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan still crying and tried to nod to acknowledge to Lydia that he knew.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; …(sighed)….Now we finally understood what Chloe felt at that time. How a changed of heart can hurt so much!.....(sighed)….. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-7155244868718525404?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/7155244868718525404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/7155244868718525404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-2.html' title='Scene 2 - The Autism'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' 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none" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;-Please play the music while reading the story-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening scene...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;An old man aged 65 years old walked slowly towards a wooden garden chair at a playground and sat down alone. He was carrying a small leather bag. He lifted the cover of the bag and took out three little statues made of porcelain with angel shapes and slowly cleaned them with a piece of cloth. The little angels were different in their own ways. The first one was praying, the second was reading a book and the third was clapping. The first one has a broken line around its waist. It was broken into two a long time ago but was glued and patched back together again. Emotionally, he held the first little angel and slowly cleaned it as tears started to flow down on his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around him, there were six little children playing and laughing loudly. While watching these children and listenning to their joyful laughter, his mind brought him to the past, thirty years ago, where he used to have a little daughter the same age as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dylan Randell's narration begins)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“When I see the skies, then I see the mountains, I see my past. I heard little children playing at the playground next to me and I hear my little angel. My heart hurts so much remembering her as if she is just next by my side. Remembering her cute smile, her warmth little fingers touching my hand and called me “Daddy” and God my heart aches so much. So much that I wanted to die as I can no longer breath. Each memory is a suffocation of my soul and how I wish that I could turn back clock and make things right all over again. Just one more chance to make things right for her. My one and only little angel, my daughter of my life…” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dylan Randell's narration ends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Next scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3o years ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" align="left"&gt;(At the main gate of a double storey house owned by a divorcee named Yvonne Sawyer was her ex-husband by the name, Dylan Randell. Sadly as many had said, Dylan was Yvonne's ex-husband who never failed to love her and her family. Knocking on the gate desperately to find out the truth of a rumour that he heard from his friends who knew Yvonne, Dylan found himself lost again both mentally and emotionally. After being separated from Yvonne for almost 6 years, Dylan felt that he deserves an answer. Unfortunately, little did he know that the answer he was searching that day will change his life forever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; YVONNE! YVONNE! Let me in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Dylan was knocking on the gate harder and harder hoping for someone to come out from the house to greet him.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! YVONNE! YVONNE! I WANT TO SEE YOU, PLEASE COME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(After a while, a woman came out. It was Yvonne’s mother, Dylan’s ex-mother in law, Margaret Sawyer.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan! Go away or I will call the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom! Mom! I need to see Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; Yvonne????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Then Margaret walked closer to the gate. Her eyes were so sad as she spoke to Dylan.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan….Dy… You…. (sighed softly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; …..Wh…what? What? Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly Margaret lifted her head and stared at Dylan fiercely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; I AM NOT YOUR MOM ANYMORE! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN, YOU DIVORCED YVONNE SIX YEARS AGO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; ….Wa..wait a minute! Why…Why are you looking so sad? ...Tell me….TELL ME!!!! WHAT IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; ….(silent)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret became emotional and started to have tears in her eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; ……(sighed harder)…. Yv.. You didn’t know? Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Know? Know what? KNOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret started to sob and slowly she began to cry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Please mom! KNOW WHAT? TELLLLL ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; ALL RIGHT! Alright! ……. YVONNE is dead!….She is dead. She passed away last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; …????......No!....No!.....NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret:&lt;/strong&gt; …She’s dead….She’s gone, Dylan! Now go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Margaret turned away from Dylan and walked away into the house.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Wai….Wait mom!...WAIT!....WAIT!....TELL ME! AT LEAST TELL ME WHERE IS SHE RESTED? WHERE’S HER RESTING PLACE? I WANT TO SEE HER….PLEASE MOM! …..hhhuhhhh….huh….hhhhuhhh…… MOOOMMMMMm!!!!!!! PLEAAAASSSSEEEEEE! TELL ME! ……OH God! Noooo! Nooooo! Nnooooo!!!!!!! God! Nooooo! Huhhhhhhhh………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Dylan couldn’t control his emotions any longer after learning the hard truth of the death of his ex-wife as he kneeled down while his two hands grasped on the gate metal grills. Crying like a baby in deep emotional pain. Suddenly a young woman came out from the house and walked towards the gate and opened the gate. She was Yvonne’s sister, Lydia Sawyer. Lydia was always fond of Dylan though she hated him for the divorce between him and her sister, Yvonne. Somehow the look of seeing Dylan crying in emotional pain has erased her hatred towards him. All she felt then was sympathy for him as she knew how much Dylan loved her sister in the past. Lydia kneeled down slowly and touched Dylan’s head gently.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan! Come! I will take you to my sister’s grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia tried to hold Dylan up and helped him walk towards his car. The emotional pain that Dylan had was so unbearable that he could barely walk. Suddenly he was crippled from the pain of losing someone he never failed to love all his heart, his precious ex-wife.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After an hour drive, Lydia and Dylan reached Robson Cemetery and found Yvonne’s tomb. As Dylan walked slowly towards the tomb, he could see the wording on the cross tombstone, “Always our angel in our hearts, YVONNE M. SAWYER, departed on the 12th March 2006”. As Dylan kneeled down next to Yvonne’s tombstone, he started to cry. Tears were seen flowing down on his cheeks profusely.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; …hhhuhhhhh..hhhuuhhh…I….huhhhhh …….I am so sorry!.....So …..sorry…….Yvonne….huhhuh…huhhh….. huhhh….. I am so sorry…….huhhhhhhuuhuhhhhh!!! &lt;em&gt;(whispered slowly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia was standing and staring at Dylan. She began to have tears in her eyes too. Thinking what a great lost that this must be for Dylan and how her sister would never know that Dylan still loves her like an angel in his heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Huhhh….how…how did she die?.....huhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; She died of cancer! The brain tumor took her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Brain tumor?.....huhhhhuh…..(continued crying)….……huhhh….when did she die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Last week….last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Why didn’t anyone tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; She didn’t want you to know. She said it was non of your business of whether she die or live. She was worried that Chloe will know about you and…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lydia suddenly stopped talking as she realised that she had accidentally uttered a name that she shouldn't have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Chloe?...Who’s Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Dylan suddenly stopped his tears and turned towards Lydia and stared at her tentatively.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Who is Chloe? Who are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; ….(silent)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dylan stood up and approached Lydia. He demanded an answer. It seems there is another secret that was kept from him from Yvonne’s family again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; Lydia….Tell me who is Chloe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Never mind! We got to get back now! I have shown you enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; No! No! Wait! Who is Chloe? Who are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; Nevermind! Let’s go. Can we go now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;(Both Lydia and Dylan left the cemetery and none of them utter a single word during the journey back to Yvonne’s house. When they reached home, Lydia got out from the car and walked towards the gate and entered the house hurriedly. Dylan was just sitting in his car motionlessly. Still trying to grasp the fact that his ex-wife, whom he loves so much, is no longer in his life anymore. Then suddenly Lydia rushed out from the house and ran towards the gate.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia:&lt;/strong&gt; DYLAN! Chloe is your daughter! YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU HAVE A SIX YEAR OLD DAUGHTER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2j5BhV4hVI/AAAAAAAABNA/5WS2Xa42_2Q/s1600-h/FD19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433866754947843410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2j5BhV4hVI/AAAAAAAABNA/5WS2Xa42_2Q/s400/FD19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2Rtu0qsWnI/AAAAAAAABMQ/d6Q_0ybrfKY/s1600-h/FD19a.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Then Lydia ran into the house again. Dylan was still staring at her. Trying to understand what she was shouting about while comprehending what just happened in the last 10 seconds of his life. Suddenly he became a father. A father to another human being that he has not seen before. Someone who could have the same blood as him. Someone from his flesh and blood. Suddenly there was a little girl who belongs to him after the death of someone who used to belong to him for 10 years. His heart felt a little chill as his eyes were wide opened. Whispering something softly and repeatedly.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a daughter…. I …I…. have a daughter…..A daughter…..A daug..A daughter…A daughter??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7706358704171969321-6465099636369332530?l=onlylittleangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/6465099636369332530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7706358704171969321/posts/default/6465099636369332530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onlylittleangel.blogspot.com/2010/01/scene-1-prologue.html' title='Scene 1 - My Daughter'/><author><name>The Ultimate Rocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11528254402797776840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S0AFH8duFVI/AAAAAAAABHg/xjtUMGYjPIc/S220/Rorne+Biker+5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ftPzIEnGcho/S2j5BhV4hVI/AAAAAAAABNA/5WS2Xa42_2Q/s72-c/FD19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
