The Color of Memories
Pink, the color of princess dresses and breast cancer ribbons, the constant reminder that sickness follows my family everywhere we go. The color of cherry blossoms and the sandía mountains that peacefully watch over my town.
The color white, memories of hospital rooms and paper like fabric gowns. Sudden snow on winter days and vanilla ice cream cones during the summer.
Red, images of blood and tubes, of under eyes after crying for hours. The color of Autumn leaves and homemade salsa.
Purple like the lilacs in my backyard, orange like the sunrise after staying up for hours on end, blue like the ocean during spring break.
The color of memories stain my skin like a bad tattoo. They encase me in feelings of warmth and panic, of loneliness and passion. They make up my mind like a jigsaw puzzle, without all the pieces I wouldn’t be complete.
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