"What's your favorite color?"

When I was younger I used to ask my mom what her favorite color was and she said she didn’t have one.

This confused me,

How could one go through life without a favorite color?

When I was younger I rotated through the rainbow

At five I liked pink

At six I liked yellow,

At eight I liked purple,

At nine I liked blue,

At ten I liked green

At twelve it was orange

And then it was brown

When someone asks my favorite color I always say the same thing

Red.

The last one standing.

The outlier.

For every year I had a new favorite color I had a least favorite too

Now, I say my favorite color is red

Cherry red to be exact

Not fire engine red

That’s the thing about growing up

I don’t hate any color anymore

I still don’t like neon green

But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the grass

And now I understand my mom

I say red is my favorite color because it was the last time I cared,

I don’t care anymore.