They painted the halls a light green, so that when the patients are feeling ill they don’t see abrasive colors. There’s something soothing about that green found on marine ships for the same reason. But I want my grandma’s room painted in bright oranges and reds. I want warmth; I want her to feel alive in that room. She can’t hear me and she doesn’t even know what surrounds her, but I want to give back what she gave to me. Her passion, her strength, her drive. It’s my turn now.
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