The wind came through the broken window and teased the curtains which were originally a baby blue color.
I like the color baby blue, a lot.
On my 9th birthday, my dad suddenly came home. I found out from our relatives’ discussions that he had divorced my mom when I was very young, so that was the first time I actually saw him. The father, who looked so unfamiliar to me, gave me a dress he had brought in the north. The dress was made of a smooth material, and it was baby blue—a color we rarely see in that backward little hometown. It only took one look for someone like me, who only owned hand-me-downs from my cousin, to be instantly mesmerized by that fantasy-like color.
