Purple Smiles

Emma scribbled swirling purple flowers and flourishes across the blue-lined pages of her binder, oblivious to the litany of memorable highlights of 18th century history being vocalized from the front of the classroom. At least her teacher thought they were memorable.

Exactly how boring could a class be… after all, she would meticulously answer each question with absolute accuracy… as always… review or no review.

The purple marker make her smile; she’d found it tucked next to the granola bar and juice Mom had left on the kitchen counter that morning, a sassy polka-dot bow wrapped around it… probably as motivaton for actually getting the breakfast eaten.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Emma… eat up!” Just thinking of her mom’s words caused an eye roll of dramatic proportions, accompanied by the hint of a smile that simply couldn’t be crushed as she added a fluttering purple butterfly to the flowers on the page.