I was the kind of child who’d always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explanation.
“People use the color yellow to symbolize hope. Yellow. Like the sun we rarely saw. When I was very young, I thought life would be like one, long and perfect summer day; after all, it started out that way. We were four beautiful children with blonde hair and porcelain skin. People said we looked like those fancy Dresden dolls that grace shelves and mantles — only we weren't just admired, we were really loved. But that was before. Life is full of surprises, my mother used to say… and greed and fear and shame, as I soon learned. And hopelessness. We never colored even one of our paper flowers yellow.”