Laveen listened to her. "I hope so. I want to one day walk. I have never walked. I remember mother trying to teach me but I fell deathly ill. It broke my mother's heart I think. I know she wasn't happy but I hope she understood I didn't ask for it. I just want to get better and make mother proud. They don't want me better. They want me too weak to even sit up or feed myself. If I get better they lose access to my ever growing billions. My father's company is mine now. His best friend helps manage it. I don't care about the money because it could never buy me being better." He said softly. He listened to her as she spoke. Making a face as she spoke. "I'm Laveen. I'm fifteen years old. I love to read and I love banana nut bread with icing on top." He started out. Going into a coughing fit. His eyes closing as he struggled to breath during this coffing fit. "My favorite colors are pink and lavender because they remind me of my mother." He said. He coughed again for a minute. "I don't have any sibling but Melissa always treated me like family." His eyes teared up. "I...I don't know what I like to do. I have always been confined to my bed. You should look for the secret garden then. The key and passageway should be somewhere in mother's room. Go find it soon." He said in a demanding way. "I mean...if you want to..." He said in a shakey voice.