On a cold September night, in a hospital room with mint-colored tiles, they wrapped Carol in a yellow towel, with the purple washed from her little body, they placed her safely on her mother’s arms.

In the pink room, about early spring, Carol plays, sitting besides her, on a yellow stool, is a purple dinosaur, her favorite, adorning her bedside table, a flower, gifted by her friend Miguel. Downstairs, awash with gin and grinning at the TV, her mother finds comfort in other people’s plights, meanwhile, as is common of his rainy Fridays, her dad lights a cigarette in a motel room.

-Alarm clock, shower, comb, mirror.
On a special September night, Carol gets ready to go out.
-Lipstick, perfume, bedsheets, fear.

On the grey colored room there’s only silence, her mother rushes up the stairs, Miguel waits on the line, laying on the floor, a yellow stool, hanging above it, Carol, her face purple, the call ends.