We sit in the car
I'm so pretty dressed in yellow
Going to see grandma
The exictement  I can't contain
I try and look out the window
I'm nervous I wring my hands
My new outfit is getting wrinkled
I want to look my best
Look through the books that I brought
Nothing holds my attention it seems
Mom is quiet
Dad is mad
I hate when they fight
Mom speaks
Yellow turns to red
Is this love?
The car spins around fast as can be
I know that grandma is anticipating our arrival
Poor mom her face is covered in red
I don't like that color
It makes me sick