Laveen looked at her. Making a face then blinked as she lifted his hand. Watching her put his book under his hand. He weakly clutched onto it. â€œIt fell. They would take it away if I asked them to pick it up.â€ He said softly. â€œIt was the book my mother got for me. She would read it to me when I was little.â€ He said softly. He let go of the book but kept his hand resting on it. He looked at her with a curious look. Why was she being nice to him? He suddenly heard she was Clairiceâ€™s sister. His eyes lit up and he smiled weakly. â€œYOU HAVE TO SPEND TIME WITH ME! DONâ€™T LEAVE ME ALONE.â€ He cried out in a bratty and demanding way but it was filled with hope and pleading. His eyes looking at her. He studied her. â€œIâ€™m s...s...s...sorry.â€ He mumbled. Not used to apologizing.<br/><br/>When she came close to him he flinched expecting her to yell at him or something. Looking at her in confusion when she lightly touched his cheeks and rubbingly wiped away his tears. He whimpered a bit. He missed Clairice. â€œShe didnâ€™t leave me?â€ He whispered softly. â€œTHEY MADE HER AFRIAID?!â€ He cried out. His tone filled with anger then filled with sorrow. â€œSo thatâ€™s why they started locking the door all the time. They used to leave it unlocked and let the cook come in. The cook being Clairice. Til I started getting better than suddenly Clairice stopped coming by. At least until she asked if you could come live here. I was happy to let her bring her family here.â€ He said softly. â€œIt gets lonely here. I wish I had people who really cared about me. That went away when my mother died.â€ He said as he sniffled a bit.<br/><br/>His eyes closing as he was really tired now. â€œBut...I donâ€™t want you to go.â€ He said in a spoiled sort of way. Making a face then sighed. â€œI understand. They are mean.â€ He said softly. â€œThey treat me like Iâ€™m stupid and crazy. Iâ€™m not. I swear to you Iâ€™m not.â€ His eyes lit up. â€œYouâ€™ll come back? Thank you! Now I wonâ€™t be lonely. I hate being lonely. It is saddening and I feel like I die in side a little more every day.â€ He said honestly. His eyes starting close. â€œNew books....I love books. I want more books! Yes. New books.â€ He said. Yawning and looked at her. â€œIâ€™m always so weak. I need you to bring me something from motherâ€™s room. The passageway forks in the middle. If you follow it youâ€™ll get to mothers never opened room. In there is the stuffed puppy she got me. Go get it.â€ He said in that demanding bratty tone but it held an underlying plead.