A Colorful Encounter: A Grandfather’s Wisdom in a Food Court

I held my breath. Even at 92, my dad’s mind is sharp and his words precise. I expected a witty comeback. Instead, he set his fork down gently and met the boy’s eyes with a warm smile.

“When I was young,” he began calmly, “I didn’t have colorful hair. But I tried to make the world around me brighter—with kindness, respect, and joy.”

A hush settled over the table. The teenager blinked, his expression softening from sarcasm to thoughtfulness.

“It’s wonderful that you express yourself through color,” Dad added. “Just remember—the brightest thing you can share with the world is your character.”

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