I think autumn is coming.
The food Mother cooks for her guests is beginning to smell richer and warmer, with more brown sugar and less watermelon. She brought me a leaf from outside and showed it to me. She said that something about the way it looked showed that it was autumn outside. Then she showed me another leaf, one that thought that it was still summer outside, Mother said.
"What's the difference?" Mother asked, a hopeful look on her face.
They looked the same. Mother smiled at me when I told her that and told me that the doctor had said that I have something called monochromacy, and it meant that I didn't see colors.
I don't know what colors are. Mother says that it's why I can't pick "blue" and "red" and "yellow" and "orange" and all of those other things that I never understood about the way things look. It's why I can't fly planes like Thomas did.
Thomas could see colors.
Mother says that I see grey, and that it's a color. But I can't see any other colors. I still don't understand what "grey" means, but she won't explain it to me.
Thanksgiving is coming soon. Mother brings me food in my bedroom, like turkey and apple pie. Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday except for Christmas. I get a present every year on Christmas.
But Thanksgiving means that Christmas is coming soon. So hopefully, Thanksgiving is right around the corner. It smells as if it could be tomorrow, maybe the next day. I'll have to wait and see.
Author notes
This is not about me. It is about a fictional character and is simply in first person point of view. When I write this, I am writing as my fictional character, and he or she does not think the same way as I do. He or she has a totally different perspective on life.
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