The hallway is long and bright.
Marigold holds Mama's hand tight.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Big and loud.
The door bangs and the chairs squeak.
Marigold tugs Mama's sleeve and peeks one eye.
The girl slides a red crayon to Marigold.
Wiggle, wiggle. The crayon tickles her palm.
Scribble, scribble, scribble. The wobbly sun drops down.
The wobbly sun sits on the floor.
Her fingers open. She holds the crayon and laughs.
