The teacher noticed it during art class.
Every day, the little girl opened her box of crayons.
Used every color.
Except one.
Purple.
No matter what they were drawing.
The purple crayon remained untouched.
For months.
One afternoon, the teacher finally asked why.
The girl looked down.
Held the purple crayon tightly.
And quietly answered:
“Because that’s my mom’s color.”
The teacher’s heart immediately sank.
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The girl’s mother had passed away from cancer when she was only six.
Before she died, she spent many afternoons drawing with her daughter.
Her favorite color was purple.
Purple flowers.
Purple scarves.
Purple notebooks.
Purple everything.
After her mother’s death, the little girl created a rule.
One purple crayon would always stay unused.
Perfect.
Protected.
Saved.
Not because she didn’t like the color.
Because using it felt like losing another piece of her mother.
When the teacher learned the story, she organized a class art project.
Every student drew something purple.
The drawings filled an entire hallway.
When the little girl saw them, she smiled.
And for the first time, used the purple crayon herself.
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