tell Stephanie’s mother of our day’s work and could hear her yelling through the phone. When my mother and I walked out the door to clean up, there stood Stephanie and her mother. Her mother had an angry scowl on her face. Stephanie also had a scrub brush. I held Stephanie’s hand as we walked out into the road. All four of us, Stephanie and I and our mothers, began scrubbing the road. Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw my beautiful rainbow turn into black cement. There I was, destroying my only artwork. We stayed out there for hours that night, scrubbing away my rainbow. I’ll tell you now, I never painted another road. Well, at least not near my house. Days turned into moths and months into years. We moved away two years later and I haven’t seen Stephanie since. Though years have now passed, I still wonder where my rainbow has gone. I wonder if, maybe when I get older, I can find my rainbow and never have to scrub it away. Then again, maybe my rainbow has never left me. I guess we all need some sort of rainbow to brighten our lives from time to time and to keep our hopes and dreams colorful....
