Color My World
Description
Tiffany sees the world in colors.
Foreword
"I like your color, Mommy."
The lady set down her magazine and looked at her daughter with a smile. "Oh?" She glanced down at her white dress sprinkled with yellow sunflowers and then back up to the girl. "Daddy bought Mommy this dress."
The little girl giggled and shook her head. "No, Mommy, not that color."
The woman furrowed her eyebrows. "What color are you talking about, honey?"
A grin plastered on the girl's lips, and she reached a hand up to trace the curve of her mother's cheek. "Purple," she marveled.
Her mother looked down at her dress and raised an eyebrow. "I don't see any purple on my dress, honey. What purple are you talking about?"
"The purple on you!" The girl replied immediately. "Kind of like the flowers Daddy buys you, but prettier," she elaborated.
The woman stared at her child for a moment before smiling. "Why, thank you, honey. Your color is pretty too!"
"Don't lie, Mommy! It's bad to lie."
"What makes you think I'm--"
A man entered the room with two ice cream comes in his hands. "Who wants ice cream?" he asked upon entrance.
Tiffany shot up from her seat on her mother's lap. "Me! Me! I do!"
The man bent down to this young girl's eye level. "What's the magic word?"
"Pleeeeease!" the girl answered, dragging out the vowel cutely.
"Give Daddy a kiss first," the man said, and without any hesitation, the girl placed a kiss on her father's cheek, not forgetting the loud 'mwah!' that follows it.
The woman chuckled and walked over to the man. "Is this one mine?" she asked as she reached for the other ice cream cone.
"What's the magic word?" the man asked playfully, receiving an eye roll from his wife.
The little girl, immersed in her ice cream, glanced at her parents and smiled. "Your colors look pretty together," she said before returning her attention to her ice cream.
The man looked down at his green dress shirt and then at his wife's dress and smiled. "I was never a fan of green and yellow as a color combination, but if Miyoungie says that it's pretty, then it's pretty."
Miyoung shook her head. "No, not your shirt, Daddy," she giggled, "your other color."
The man turned to his wife for an explanation. "She says my color is purple," she explained.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "But you're not wearing any purple."
"I know, but she insists that I am."
The man raised an eyebrow and crouched down beside his daughter. "What color am I, honey?"
The girl glanced at her father and smiled. "Blue," she answered. "A pretty blue."
The man nodded, still confused. "Thank you, honey. Your color is pretty too," he said unsurely.
The girl frowned. "Why do you and Mommy keep lying?"
The man turned to his wife in confusion. "What are we lying about, sweetie?" he asked.
A pout formed on Miyoung's lips. "I don't have a color," she said.
"Why not?" her mother asked, curious.
The girl shrugged. "Maybe I'm not special enough."
"Of course you're special, honey. You're very special to us," her mother reassured.
Miyoung smiled. "Thank you, Mommy," she said and tugged on her mother's hand. "Can I go watch Spongebob?"
Her mother nodded before following her daughter to the family room.
The man chuckled and shook his head. "Kids are so imaginative."
*note: Jessica won't be appearing until a bit later in the fanfic. Read at your own discretion.
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