Blue
A color of trust and peace. It is sincere, reserved, and quiet and doesn't like to draw attention.
She was barely five when her mother died.
It didn't mean much to her at the time; Gwen hadn't known what it meant. Her mother would be back, she always came back.
She did notice, however, that her father didn't believe the same thing. He always looked sad, and Gwen didn't like it when her father was sad.
So Gwen raced to the meadow and picked some Lilacs (her mother's favorite) before racing back home and placing the flowers on the table.
She curled into her father's lap. "Mum wouldn't leave unless it was important. Don't be sad."
He smiled.
Eh, i don't know how I feel about this chapter. Thoughts?