Painting Her Own Rainbow

The world seemed grayscale to her, so she got a chair. She reached for the sky. She pretended she had paints. She imagined a rainbow. It all came to be. She was the God of her own world. We admired her for that. The rainbow took on a life of its own. It dazzled all of us with a feeling of joy and hope. Optimism rained down on the family. We were amazed. We were intrigued. We were in awe. All because a little child believed.