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The Yellow Room
The yellow room rested peacefully at the end of the hall. Yellow had been my cousin’s favorite color. Nerla’s favorite color. The twins, Ellery and Nerla’s older brothers, told me she loved the sun so much, she wanted to live in it. That 's where her fascination with wanting to be an astronaut stemmed from, in hopes that one day, just one day she 'd be able to live inside the sun. She used to carry it on her back wherever she went, beam rays of light onto the petals of flowers and onto people 's faces, the twins always used to say. My aunt attested to that as well. My uncle just didn 't ever want to talk about it.
We didn 't go in her room after her death. It wasn 't that it hadn 't been allowed, we just knew not to. …show more content…

And that 's it. That 's all. It just ends.
My heart broke for Ellery then, watching her take it all in. Nerla never finished it and she 'd never get too. The tears didn 't take long to flow in tumultuous, heavy waves down Ellery’s face. She crumpled to the floor.
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We didn’t speak of sneaking into Nerla’s room again, until one day when we were in the backyard. The backyard was our place. Out on her family’s little white gazebo, we’d stretch out our designated blankets, and makeup the past and future lives of our siblings and our parents and our friends or anyone we could think of. Ellery would visualize her father as the never-ending man. To her, for as long as she could remember, her father exemplified a never-ending man, thee never ending man. A tall girth of massive body ending just before his chin. Her head inclined backward, her line of sight only ever almost surpassing his thick neck, but never quite. No face lurked beyond.
Ellery and I would then wonder what my mother was like during her youth. I’d thought she was a firecracker of a person. One who’d let you know how it was any time of the day, every
Kenyi 7 time of the day. A mouth of fire. Spewing and spewing and spewing. Ellery dreamt of her sneaking out her room’s window at ungodly hours of the night to meet bygone lovers. I imagined she’d buy a whole tub of ice-cream for her friends whenever they were down. I’d think when the days got long and

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