Those few days passed like weeks. Not that time was slow, it was the loneliness they felt without her, especially Wakko, especially now that he had found out. It was killing him, everything. It made him think even harder about what he was going trough on set.

"Lilo...", he said that one day while visiting, "I've been thinking about telling you this for a while...". "Just be careful", said Lilo. He sighed. Yes, he had to be extremely careful not to harm her mental health. He knew that from a personal experience. "And...what do I do if...", he couldn't finish. He struggled even with this.

"Give me a hug then", said Lilo, smiling. "Ok", said Wakko, "I have PTSD". Lilo frowned, "You kidding me?". "No...", he said, fearing what would happen next. "Then you need a hug", she said, giving him one. "That better?", she asked. "Yeah", said Wakko in relief.

"So", she said, "What should I write in the letter?". "You sure you can do it?", asked Wakko. "Well", she said, "I hope I'll be able to when I come out". "Ok", said Wakko, "First, you should mention the pressure". "The what?" "They pressure me, you know that" "Ok, but how should I start the letter?"

Wakko tought for a while, "Let's see...'Dear CEO, I'm writting to complain about...' you can continiue". "Pressuring Wakko into being a part of...hey, you haven't told me what you're actually filming". "Ah yes. It's a movie called 'Hooray For North Hollywood'". "Ok. So...'I'm writting to complain about the directors pressuring Wakko into taking part in a movie 'Hooray For North Hollywood'. Is that a good start?".

And so they started creating the letter that Lilo would write to Mr. Plotz. It wasn't too long, still it was long enough to cover all of her bothers. Both of them knew the CEO was going to be mad at first, but if the letter was strong enough, he'd do something after all. Finaly, the day of Lilo's release from the hospital arrived.

"Are you sure you want to do it right away?", asked Wakko. "Well...if we spent all of this tjme making it up and waiting, why not?", asked Lilo. "Alright. Whatever you say", he smiled. So that afternoon, before going to Scratchy's office, Lilo went to give the letter to Mr. Plotz.

Luckly, no one was there in the office so she just left it on the table. She felt so nervous, it was unbareable. Her palms were sweating while she was thinking of the psychiatrist's reaction. She walked slowly, not looking forward to the conversation at all. Finaly, she came to the psychiatry building and went in. By then she was shaking.

Knock knock

"Oh, Lilo! Nice to see you again!", Scratchy greeted her with a smile, "I heard you can talk now, ja?". "Yes", said Lilo, still shaking. "Zat's great!", he said. "Uh...", she started, "Can I go talk to the nurse?". It dawned on her that, if she didn't want to talk to Scratchy, she could talk to her. Also, her voice was quiet again.

"Of course", he said more calmly and lead her to the nurse's office. "Hi Lilo", she greeted her with a smile. "Hi...", Lilo greeted back, frowning. "She wants to talk to you", said Scratchy. "Sure", said the nurse, "Come in". Lilo walked into the office and the psychiatrist left, closing the door.

"So", the nurse started, "Is there something bothering you? I mean...I guess there is, I can see it", she said with a nervous chuckle. Lilo looked at her seriously, then started whispering. She whispered that whole time, not wanting to raise her voice any higher, not wanting to be heard. It was kind of a new habit for her, but she also felt like a knot in her throat all the while.

"Are you also a psychiatrist?", Lilo started. The nurse tought for a while, "Hm...I could be, but I don't have to be". "What?" "It's kinda complicated", said the nurse, "But if you want it, I can be one", she smiled. "Ok", said Lilo kind of relived, "First...I have anxciety".

"I know", said the nurse, "They told me. And I'm sorry for you". "Does...does Dr. Scratchensniff know?", asked Lilo, the knot growing in her throat. "Yes sweetie", said the nurse, seeing her face in a knot, "They informed us about everything that happened". Lilo hung her head down, trying to calm down the storm of emotions inside of her.

"Hey", said the nurse and she lifted her head back up, "You've been great. It's ok what happened, the most important thing is that you've gone trough it as a strong, brave and clever girl. I can tell that". "I...I wrote a letter...to Mr. Plotz", Lilo finaly addmited. The nurse smiled, "See how brave you are?".

Later that evening, the CEO returned to his office, exhausted. He had a hard day and still had stuff to do. Yes, he didn't need yet another letter, yet from a six-year-old, to keep making it worse. Unfortunately for him, the letter still stood there on his desk.

Dear CEO,

I'm writting to complain about Wakko being pressured into taking part in a movie called "Hooray For North Hollywood". You know very well that the directors say if he doesn't act like everyone else, he'll be left out. Which means, he'll be third-wheeling there with almost nothing to do, which you consider useless. The second two things I'm complaining about, Wakko in the first place, are adult jokes and schmoozing. Because of all this, Wakko has PTSD. Which means, every day when he comes home from filming, he trows up and closes himself into the bedroom. So please, do something about it. Only visiting the psychiatrist isn't enough. Thank you for understanding.

Lilo Pelekai