"Mama, who brought these flowers?" I asked my mother one day while running barefoot through the house playing catch with my caretaker, however, the giant bouquet of flowers in the middle of the living room caught my attention as a five year old. I stood there watching my mother with large eyes and a curiosity so real.
"Tell me how many colours from these can you recognise first?" She asked me.
I huffed. "I'm not a baby!"
"Come on, Natasha."
"Okay," I stepped ahead, touching all the flowers one by one. "Pink, blue, yellow, more pink, white, red, more pink, purple-"
"That's violet, baby."
"Same thing!" I pouted.
"No," my mother giggled lovingly as she stepped ahead to me, "Not the same thing."
I crossed my hand in front of my chest like I had often watched my mother do. "Now, why fl
