I had always thought my favorite colour was blue. It's the colour of the sky, the ocean, and my eyes. It's beautiful and full of purity and life. Basically the opposite of me.

It also reminded me of my mom. She always wore blue. I especially remember a baby blue sweater she would wear on cold days. One time when I was little we went on a walk, my mom and me. It was late fall and had rained the previous day, so everything was cold and wet. I accidently fell into a puddle. Mom, the wonderful person she was, took off that baby blue sweater and put it on me to keep me warm. She sacrificed so much more me. That's what hurts the most about her being gone.

But I have a new favorite colour right next to blue.

It's gold.