Magical Girl

Don't be sorry.

Today, in the letters' section we have

a very special letter.

And I say it's a very special letter

because it's written by a 12-year-old girl.

Because she dedicates it to her father,

and because she has leukemia.

She's Alicia,

and her letter goes like this...

"I'm writing this letter to you

from the hospital room

I like coming here a lot.

At the beginning I was afraid

and I hated it, but now I love it.

I know it's weird.

Nobody likes hospitals.

I like the smell of the corridors, I like

the food, I like the Band-Aids and the needles.

Do you know why? Because I know whenever

I wake up here you are by my side."

Barbara.

Barbara!

Close your eyes.

Don't open them until I say so.

Now.

- Why this?

- Just because.

Thank you.

Will you put it on me?

Thanks.

- Today I want to be alone with you.

- But we're meeting Javier and Laura.

- So we tell them we're sick.

- They're about to arrive, Bar.

So we don't open the door.

We make up an excuse.

Don't you mind looking bad to them?

You're a fickle and fool girl.

Oh yeah, you're a fickle and fool girl.

- And what else are you?

- Pretty.

- What time is it?

- I don't know.

It's 12:
15.

I can't go on like this. I can't watch

over you as if you were a little girl.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

Thanks.

Do I have to watch over you

as if you were a little girl?

- No.

- No? I think yes.

- No.

- Yes.

If I ever find out you're lying to me,

I swear I'll leave and never come back.

- Do you take the pill every day?

- Yes.

Take it.

Open your mouth.

- Barbara, this is for your own good.

- Yes, I know.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I'm a fool.

I don't want you to worry about me.

I just want you to be more responsible

with your medication.

Sorry for getting angry.

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