This is the response to musiclover9419's challenge 'dolls'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pamela and Sam Manson. Neither do I own the doll.

Such a pretty doll. Samantha will love it.

Mrs. Manson rubbed her thumb gently over the pink fabric, feeling the silky texture.

After ruining the doll by spraying that horrendous black paint all over the joyful colours.

She sighed.

Should I still buy it? Maybe this time Sammy will appreciate the bright colour.

Pamela checked the door for any flaws. The company logo had a stray dot, but that could be easily ignored.

Especially if Samantha takes out that awful spray can.

With a brilliant smile, she placed the doll on the counter. The doll was paid for and she brought it home with her. Upon arriving at her abode, she headed upstairs and entered Samantha's room. She presented the doll. Samantha took out her spray can.

"Must you always spray what we give you black?" she asked in exasperation.

"If you give me things that are black in the first place I wouldn't need to," her daughter shot back.

"You already have so much black. If I give you something black it will just blend into the background."

"You have tones of pink but I don't see you complaining."

"Because pink is a nice cheery colour. Black is just depressing."

Samantha looked as if she had just been insulted.

"Black is not depressing."

"Then tell me, what is it?"

"Black is mysterious. It's elegant. Black's a nice subtle colour. It's not obnoxiously loud."

"Pink is not obnoxiously loud. It is a nice sweet colour. A girl should have pink. It is only proper."

Samantha frowned.

"I don't want to be stereotyped. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I like pink. What's wrong with black? Why can't you accept the fact that I like black?"

"Because it's not normal. Everything you do is not normal. All I want is a normal, respectable family. Is that too much to ask?" Her voice rose in volume with the frustration she had kept inside for years.

"Yes it is. You want to be normal. I want to be myself. So what if I'm not normal? Too bad," Samantha yelled.

They stared at each other angrily. Cheeks flushed red and fists clenched at their sides. Eventually, her anger died down, leaving her tired and defeated. Her daughter's anger had also left her, the drooped shoulders a clear indicator. Silently, they just watched each other.

"Purple." Samantha finally broke the silence. Pamela's eyes widened slightly in confusion.

"I won't accept pink but I'll take purple," Samantha continued.

Purpled was more on the female side on the colour-gender scale, not as much as pink but it was better than black. Purple was also the colour of royalty. It was a noble colour.

"I can accept that," she said slowly.

"That's good," Samantha said cautiously.

The corners of her lips turned up in a small smile.

"For once, we agree on something."

It's a little short but I hope it's good. Let me know what you think?