A young girl, cheeks still plumb, parents still breathing; awoke each morning to a world of new colors to discover. Her parents tucked her in, and kissed her goodnight, her friends made her smile and laugh, and her imagination glowed through her skin. She believed in fairy tales, and of falling in love. She believed that nothing could ever destroy her world; but as years drew on, and the girl got older, colors faded, laughter was muted, and parents finally drew their last breath, she did not live in her world any longer. Crying was pointless, dying was weak, and falling in love was just a childish dream. The girl’s world faded into a colorless grey existence, because age, and people got in the way. The girl, sixteen now, sits in Mama’s old rocking chair, eyes misty and vacant staring out a window looking for colors that were never there.