Yellow

Yellow had been one of my favorite colors. I thought I was just lucky that the madam gave me a nice yellow dress to wear out; it never crossed my mind that the color yellow was going to be my only identity.

“Stand right there and don’t move an inch. If you try to run, I’ll have your whole family killed.”

I wanted to cry so bad, but I acted like nothing was wrong; I had to. I saw all the happy children walking towards the entrance with their parents by their side. It was my first trip to Disneyland, and I had a feeling I wasn’t there to stay. I saw a man waving to us from a distance.

“Hold my hand and walk toward the shuttle.”

I was nervous, and my stomach started to hurt really bad. She walked me over to a waiting area, where she handed me over to a man. A stranger. He looked much older than my father was. There was an exchange of looks between him and the madam, and he slipped something into her hand, but I couldn’t see what it was.

“Go with the man and do everything I told you, or else…”

I didn’t understand why all this was happening; I just really wanted to stay in Disneyland. The next morning I was in so much pain; I was bleeding, and I couldn’t stop crying. He threatened to do it again if I didn’t stop, so I did. I put on my yellow dress and was picked up in the van, which took me back to Disneyland. My dream was to one day go passed the parking lot and to play with the other children, but it never happened. The color yellow haunts me.