The Colour Purple

My mommy and I stayed home everyday together. My brother and sister are at school, and my mommy and I do not need to pick them up after snack. While they are at school I get to: colour, play games, play outside, cook, do chores with mommy. I love playing outside with my dalmatian puppy, Patches, that has a million spots. We like to play catch and run around the yard. We play for hours and eventually I need a nice cold glass of water to quench my thirst, so I go to the swing where my mom is reading her book, in the shade. We all to go inside. Today is special, we have some ice-cream on a popsicle stick. Mine was purple, my favourite. I open my eyes real big and look around with my bright green eyes to make sure my mom is not looking, so I can share some with my puppy. She loves all the food I share with her and always kisses me with her long, wet tongue. Later, my mom and I watch one of my tv shows, Sponge Bob. But before we watch, we would grab my big fuzzy blanket and lay together on the big comfy couch. My mom would wrap her warm soft arms around me and I would use her as a pillow. Sometimes, she would even fall asleep, this was fun for me because I could watch more tv, which I rarely did. But today was different; I was the one who fell asleep. My mom was watching some show called Olive, Ophelia. Never mind, it was not called either one of those, it was called Oprah—close enough. My mother noticed I woke up. She always knew when I woke up, I never understood how.

I did not understand why this girl named Oprah was darker then me. I asked, my mom “why is her skin different.” My mom’s big brown eyes looked into my bright green eyes and said, ”Melly, she is a person just like you and me. There are many people of all different colours in this big world.” I responded, “Even purple?” She began to giggle, then she became very serious, I did not understand why. She replied, “Would it matter if people were purple, blue, green or orange?” “I do not oranges, they are sour.” I said. She replied, “But you like taking your orange vitamins that make you big and strong. Go get your box of crayons and colouring book.” We open the box and my mom says, “mhmmm I see.” I did not know what my mommy saw, so I said, “You see what mommy?” Mommy said, “You use all the colours in the box.” And I said, “Because I like them all and I need them all for colouring.” My mommy’s eyes got brighter, and she smiled as she said, “See what I mean, you use them all and need them all. It makes the world a colourful place” I was still confused, but I decided to colour anyways.

My race was not hidden from me. It was the town I lived in. At the time, there were not many other races then white. But now the town is much more diverse, where everyone is accepted regardless of their race.