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Amanda

The first thing the baby saw when she opened her eyes for the first time was a bright white light shining in her face. Hey, whose hands are on me and what are they doing to me?, she thought as the nurse wrapped her in warm towels. Why is this thing I’m on shaking?, she questioned as her mother’s trembling skin was placed upon her cheek.

“Oh honey, look at her she’s beautiful. What should we name her?” her mother babbled.

“What about Daisy, like your grandmother?” her father replied.

“Oh, darling I love it!” and so from that moment on Daisy was intrinsically linked with the color white.

“Honey, we’re up to our knees in diapers. We need to potty train her”. It took three months, but Daisy finally did it. As she climbed upon the porcelain bowl, her parents exclaimed in joy. “I guess we don’t need these anymore,” her mom proudly announced as she dumped bags filled with white bundles into the trash. That night Daisy sleep soundly but when she woke up... “MOMMY! DADDY! I CAN’T FIND BUNNNNNNY!” Daisy shrieked as her beloved plushie was supposedly missing. “Precious, don’t worry it’s right here,” her mother softly stated while handing the toy back to her daughter. “YAY! You found her!” Daisy mumbled while rubbing her face into the plushie’s cottony fluff. As she grew older more of her milestones “coincidentally” encompassed the color white.

“So, they actually believed you were hanging with friends,” the boy asked.

“Pffh... yea. Plus they would have never let me come with you if they knew I was going out with a boy,” Daisy stated while trying to be nonchalant, even though internally she was having a full on panic attack as she felt him reaching for her hand.

“And then he kissed me, and it was so romantic. The moon was so big, and the stars were so sparkly it was like it we were in a movie,” Daisy recounted as she told her bestie about her first date. And just like that another one of Daisy’s monumental moments that was showered in white.

In honor of her late grandmother Daisy had decided to wear her grandma’s pearl white wedding dress. “Honey you look so beautiful. Your grandmother is smiling down upon you,” her mother stumbled to say in between tears.

“I do!” Daisy gushed. Again, the color white started her on another beautiful life journey.

Many, many years later the color that had surrounded Daisy her whole life, the color that had grown to be her favorite, the color that had intertwined itself into every prominent occasion in her life, attacked her.

“After running extensive tests, we found that your white blood cell count is extremely low. We have concluded that you have severe Stage 4 Leukemia and we’re extremely sorry to tell you have only about 3 months left to live”.

The color that had brought into this world screaming and kicking, gracefully lead her out of it.