Yesterday's Purple-hot pink Moment.

All day yesterday, the world felt like it was wrapped in a purple-hot pink glow. Even though my cramps were starting, my spirit felt joyful and alive. The color wasn’t coming from my eyes — I don’t have any — but it seemed to surround me, like it was coming from the world itself, touching me in a way I can feel but not see in the usual sense.

Part of why yesterday felt so special was my mom. She came into my room and fixed my closet for me while she was cleaning downstairs. Now I have my entire upstairs closet filled with just my clothes, and I truly appreciate her thoughtfulness and effort. Small acts like this remind me that love can be expressed in practical ways, and it fills my heart even when my body is aching.

I don’t know exactly where the purple-hot pink was coming from, but I loved it. It felt like a reflection of my happiness, a color that carried my spirit, and a gentle reminder that even on days when discomfort shows up, joy can still shine through.

 

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