As I laid in my twin sized bed, I thought about my 5th birthday. Yeah, I'm 5 years old. Shocking, right. My name is Violet Love. I'm a 5 year old girl who lives in a 3 bedroom 2 story apartment with my mom, dad, my 8 year old sister Hazel, my 6 year old brother Blue, and my 12 year old brother KC. I know it sounds weird but my parents are kind of in love with colors. They didn't name my oldest brother a color because he was named after my father KC. Well let me get back to what I was saying. I laid in my bed and thought about my birthday, didn't get much, like usual. I still got what I wanted, a barbie doll as beautiful as my mom. I rolled over under my blue flowered blanket and stared at my doll, I love dolls so much. I got out of bed and went halfway down the steps when I heard my mom and dad arguing. My mom was yelling at my dad about some girl but I barely understood so I just went back upstairs before they noticed my presence. I walked into my room and stopped in front of my small closet and opened it. I brought out my suit case full of dolls from me and my sisters doll collection. All of a sudden my sister ran in the room and frantically locked the door. She grabbed me and dragged me under the bed. She pulled me close to her and told me to close my ears. I did as I was told. When I looked into my sisters face, she had tears in her eyes, which made me tear up also. She cocked her head to the side as if she was listening for a sound. She slid from under the bed and put her ear to the door. She signaled for me to come out. "What's going on Zel?", I asked worried. "Nothing, every thing is fine.", she said wiping her tears away. "But, you are crying."I continued. "Violet, just know that if you hear anything, crying, screaming,, anything, just think about clouds and um...RAINBOWS!! Think about rainbows. OK?.""Ok." I stammered.
