There once was a girl who wore a yellow dress.
The dress itself was delicate and thin. It had been passed through the family for decades, worn by her mother and her mother’s mother. It was the simple gown they wore when they were but a few years old. When life was ripe and fresh and new, filled with sunshine days of summer and promises of running barefoot through untamed grasses. With wind floating around her, arms outstretched to be enveloped, welcomed by the warm sunshine. A soft smile, the only necessary embellishment for an otherwise perfect portrayal of a girl who forever gave her heart to that summer on the farm.
