I opened the door to the purple room. A little girl with strawberry blonde hair is sitting at her desk listening to Taylor Swift and playing Star Stable Online. The scent of glittered strawberry perfume fills the room and enters my lungs with the force of a hug. She turns to face me with her tired little eyes and freckled kissed face, smiling bright. I step into the room, hanging on the wall a giant wooden K hangs on the wall, two long ribbons attached and a multitude of bows decorate the cream colored strings. Sloppily cut out pictures of horses from a calendar are pasted on the walls, her most favourite above her bed that is covered with Bratz blankets. Her purple fuzzy boots barely touch the floor as she kicks her legs in the air as she watches me. Somehow, somewhere in this room there was a feeling of childhood, of mine. The excitement of day dreaming of horses, the joy of the shiny purple dress in the corner from a Christmas concert. The little girl jumps up from her chair and twirls while saying with such a shriek; “ You have Taylor’s curls! We are twins!”. Laughter from her fills the room as she looks up at me and touches my hair. I look on her shelf, Phantom Stallion books stacked up with geronimo stilton opened on the floor. I smile at her and step back, She turns and runs to the office chair that was once her dads and jumps onto it to play her horse game. I walk out of the room and linger before I close the door. A purple room, A memory, A hope for a healthy family, A wish for love. A purple room ingrained in my mind. A purple room for a little girl who was told she talks too much from her teachers. A purple room painted grey now. A lingering smell of strawberries, now transcends to vanilla. She’s still here, somewhere in that purple room.