Do you know how a rainbow forms? Or is it just a bunch of colors standing there in the sky? Neither of these definitions make sense to me. To me, Rainbow is the place I belong. When I was a little girl, my dad told me that my mom was living right there under the rainbow. I always wondered if I could reach there and touch those pillow-looking clouds and become one of the colors going through them. But no one told me this place was worse than hell.
After that tragic event, everything went so fast that I couldn‘t catch and suddenly I was in the middle of nowhere. No matter how loud I was shouting, the only voice coming back to me was my echo. I was about to lose my mind when ı saw a little light coming from the corner, very far away. I started running, then soon , I realized the closer ı approached the further it outdistanced me . I laid down on the ground and cried myself to sleep.
I don’t know how much time I spent there lying on the ground. When I opened my eyes, there was a rainbow on top of my head. I knew it was my mom who helped me escape from that place. I started searching for my mom. But the rainbow tried to check me. It was trying to get my attention somewhere else. turned back. The park I saw in front of me was a deja vu. It was as if my mom would pop up from anywhere. Something bad was about to happen, and I could feel it. I was startled. There was this strong question running through my head: was it worth killing myself? All I wanted was to hug and kiss my mother one last time. I last saw her when I was five years old. My father said he had been living in heaven under the rainbow since the day my mother died. He had obviously lied to me. I’ve been running here and there for years and still haven’t found my mother.