untitled continued, #2: Shades in red
“Mom I want to be a news writer.†So began her dream. Pieces of pad paper conspired to be the broadsheet of the day. The headlines would read different stories; happening in a world she hardly is acquainted with. School, her home, and the Church were her entire world.
The little princess built her dream castles in a few pages of Yasaka writing paper, sometimes Mead if and when mom would buy them. Local writing pads were much cheaper, though.
Actually, the little princess wanted something more. She wanted to be an artist just like her dad. But during those days being a doctor or a pilot would be a more appropriate ambition. Nevertheless, her dad bought her the Crayola 72-color set. For the meantime, these pieces will do. In time passing, these colors would be replaced by a new peculiar shade of red.
“I think I like him,” the princess tells her bestfriend. “He makes me smile.”
© 2004
