Chocolates!

Amy came to my house, fully dressed as a mini chef. As I looked at her in her white apron and her small face that was shining with happiness, i could not help but to feel touched by her sincerity. The air around her even seemed to protect her. They danced to a light rhythm, touching her tiny cheeks and often blowing her black limp hair out of her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. She smiled as she lifted the heavy plastic bag up briefly and set it back down. Even though it was just a few seconds, her action to show me the ingredients had turned her small clammy hands raw red. She was here to make me chocolates.
I remembered the first time i met her, i bought her a box of chocolates that i made myself. It was my first time visiting her and i wanted to bring a smile to her face.I spent the whole afternoon trying to make a perfect chocolate that i could give her. Her mum had told me before that she loved chocolates, but those that were sold in shops all had preservetives that she was allergic to. So i decided to use basic ingredients to cook a chocolate that Amy could eat and enjoy without breaking out in boils.
The scenes played out in my mind as i stood at the kitchen, carefully standing out of Amy's way as she opened the packages from her bag, but near enough to catch her doll-like body if she fell. She tottered around the kitchen, sometimes asking me to help her get the utensils from the top shelf. Then asked me to put her on the stool, so she could cook the chocolate in the pot. The hot chocolate made swishing sounds in the pot, the sound itself so delicious it could make a person drool. I walked closer and saw Amy using the big wooden spoon to stir, swirl swirl swirl. The ripples on the dark chocolate reminded me again of that day.
I looked at the chocolate in the silver pot and smiled. It was ready. carefully i poured the sweet goo into the moulds and the remainder i poured it into the dipping bowl. Using a toothpick i made patterns onto the chocolate that i made using the chocolate at the bottom of the pot that was darker in color. Perfect. I put the chocolates into the fridge and went into the living room to watch the television. It was time to wait. Before long i was back outside the fridge door, wringing my hands and sitting at the dining table. I paced the floor and used all my might to resist the temptation to open the door. Why was time passing so slowly!
Amy took the chocolates out carefully with a smile and wobbled over to me. Setting the chocolates down on the same dining table that i used to test my own chocolates, she looked at me and i saw that her eyes were moist with tears. Tears of happiness and also a tint of sadness. She had completed her promise to me.
"When i'm well, i'll make the best chocolates for you." The sweet tingly voice echoed inside my head as she put the chocolate piece into my mouth. The taste was heavenly. Layer by layer was stripped off, till the center where a different taste entered. It was the strawberry that she had cut up to put in the center. Amy had told me that the best chocolates she had from me were the strawberries, but they were hard to eat as it was so big.
As i ate the chocolate, i pulled her into my embrace and though i had practiced hard for this moment, that i was not to cry no matter what, i could not stop the tear drops that were formed by all the sadness in my heart at my eyes. I kept Amy in my embrace, making sure she did not see the tears that i could not keep. I cried.
The tears continued as i saw Amy lying on the hospital bed, her mum sitting beside her, grasping her cold hands. The terrible machines and needles were all out of her pure body. The pain had stopped. No more was she to be injured by these monsters. As she slumbered, her hands stopped clutching the box of chocolates that once contained the chocolates she made for the ones she loved.
"When i'm well, i'll make the best chocolates for you."