I’ve always thought that purple or blue flowers were unnatural. I remember seeing the florists in my town color white carnations when Fourth of July rolled around to make them blue.

Purple is color full of meaning. Royalty, sympathy, sadness…

…

And that is what overwhelms me while I am sitting next to the window. Looking outside, I can see people on the street busying themselves with the work that have. From the second floor, I could see Damien throw some bags of cotton easily onto a wooden cart. I had nothing to do. Women are useless, they say. Women are nothing. Women are needed for nothing except for children. That is their only purpose in life.

It’s disheartening.