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Colors by Caroline Leland

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  • A few weeks after my mom died
    I asked my dad what his favorite color was.

    I was proud that I knew my mom's.
    I had asked her only a few weeks before she died.
    Her favorite colors were blue and hot pink.
    I had made her a bracelet at camp that summer
    With string that was blue and hot pink
    Because I knew those were her favorite colors.
    She was wearing it in the car crash that killed her.
    They had to cut it off in the hospital
    Because of the swelling.
    I clung to the knowledge tighter than the bracelet they cut off her wrist:
    Her favorite colors were blue and hot pink.

    So I asked my dad for his,
    Realizing I didn't know him in this way.
    When I asked him,
    He paused for a moment
    Then asked me,
    "What's the opposite of gray?"
    I thought carefully.
    "Orange," I told him.
    "Then orange," he said. "Orange is my favorite color."

    En español:

    Unas semanas después de la muerte de mi mamá,
    pregunté a mi papá cuál era su color favorito.

    Yo me sentía orgullosa de saber cuál era el color favorito de mamá.
    Le había preguntado sólo unas semanas antes del accidente de coche.
    Ella me dijo que sus colores favoritos eran el azul y el fucsia, y yo le había
    hecho una pulsera durante el campamento de verano, con
    cuerda azul y rosa fuerte.

    Porque yo sabía que esos eran sus colores favoritos.
    Ella la llevaba puesta cuando tuvo el accidente de coche.
    Se la tuvieron que cortar al llegar al hospital,
    A causa de la hinchazón.

    Me aferré con más fuerza si cabe a la idea de que al cortarle la pulsera le cortaron las muñecas.
    Sus colores favoritos eran el azul y el rosa fuerte.

    Entonces, pregunté a mi papá por su color favorito,
    Sabiendo que no conocía esa parte de él.
    Cuando le planteé la cuestión,
    Hizo una pausa por un momento,
    luego me preguntó,
    “Cuál es el color opuesto al gris?”
    Pensé detenidamente.
    “Naranja,” le dije.
    “Entonces, naranja,” dijo.
    “Naranja es mi color favorito.”
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