A Color for Katie

by L.P. Chase
(Smithtown, NY)

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Katie didn’t have a favorite color. She wanted to find a color that fit her perfectly, like her favorite pair of fuzzy socks. Katie wouldn’t settle for just any color. She wanted it to make her feel special.

So, she grabbed a piece of paper and a crayon and decided to ask her family what their favorite colors were.

As Katie wandered around her house, she passed Mommy working very hard in the kitchen. Little brother was playing with blocks in the den, big brother was at the dining room table, and Daddy was in the backyard chopping some logs for firewood. Everyone was very busy.

“Mommy,” Katie called out. “Do you have a favorite color?”

Mommy looked up from mopping the floor and wiped her forehead with her sleeve. “After I’ve finished the floors, okay?”

“Okay.” Katie sighed and put a checkmark next to Mommy’s name. Next, Katie ran into the den and watched little brother for a few minutes. He was building a huge tower with blocks and didn’t even look up.

“What is your favorite color?” she asked.

“Blue,” he blurted, stacking another block on top of his building.

“Why is blue special?”

“Blue is the best!” he said. “It’s clouds at night and story time, and it tastes like blueberries on my tongue.”

Katie wrote the word “blue” on her paper and skipped off to the dining room where she spied her big brother doing homework.

He waved. “Not now, I’m busy.”

Katie hung her head. “I just want to know your favorite color.”

As she turned away, he called out, “Red.”

Katie’s face lit up. “Why is red special?”

“Red is awesome! It’s fast like a racecar. It’s super hot like fiery flames, and it reminds me of cherry ice.”

Katie wrote the word “red” on her paper and skipped over to the back door. She slid the screen to one side, “Daddy, do you have a favorite color?”

He swung the ax into a log. “Favorite color? Let’s see… it would have to be purple.”

“What’s special about purple?”

“Purple reminds me of taking a boat out into the ocean at dusk. It’s when the sky swirls with colors as night draws near. And purple reminds me of reeling in a great big fish."

Katie wrote the word “purple” on her paper and headed back to the kitchen.

“Don’t walk on the wet floor,” Mommy called out.

“Can you tell me your favorite color now?” Katie asked again.

“Hmm. Green,” her mother said. “Yes, definitely green!”

“Why green?” Katie asked.

“Green takes me to an imaginary place with trees jeweled in emeralds. It smells like fresh peppermint leaves from the garden and tastes like a cool breeze.”

Katie wrote the word “green” in her notebook and sat down right there on the floor next to the kitchen doorway. She read her notes out loud, “blue, red, purple, green.”

Katie thought about the colors. Why don’t I have a color that makes me feel special? Blue didn’t feel like clouds to her, or taste like blueberries. Red didn’t feel like a fast car or hot flames. And it certainly didn’t taste like cherry ices. Purple didn’t seem like her special color either. Katie had never been out on a boat in the ocean at dusk, and she didn’t care much for fishing. And green was sort of pretty, but Katie definitely didn’t go to a faraway place with emerald trees when she thought about green.

Katie spent the rest of the day calling friends and cousins and aunts and uncles, asking everyone the same question.

By the time she was ready for bed, Katie’s piece of paper had so many colors on it her head was spinning. She had doubles of blues, and reds, triples of purples and greens, more pinks and yellows, and even browns and grays.

Then something occurred to Katie. Nobody, not one single person, had chosen the color orange.

Why wouldn’t anyone choose orange, she wondered. Poor orange. It’s so left out.

That night Katie waited in bed for her turn to be tucked in. She smoothed her covers, fluffed her pillow, and twirled her thumbs. When her mother finally got Katie’s little brother to sleep, and then tucked in her big brother, she came into Katie’s room.

“There,” her mother said with relief as she sat on the edge of Katie’s bed. “The boys are tucked in. Now I have more time to spend with you.”

Katie let out a velvety sigh.

“Did you ever find your special color, Katie?”

“Yes. Katie said. “My new favorite color will be orange.”

“And why did you choose orange?” her mother asked.

Katie’s smile faded. “I picked orange because nobody else did, and I didn’t want orange to feel left out. Poor orange,” said Katie. “It must be so lonely. I want orange to feel special.”

“Is that how you feel, Katie? Do you feel like orange?”

Katie’s eyes welled. “Mommy, I wish I was special. But I’m just regular."

“But don’t you see, Katie…you already are special.”

“I am?” Katie asked with hope.

“Of course you are. God gives everyone special qualities. And your decision to choose orange tells me how caring you are. You have a very big heart. That’s something to be proud of,” her mother said.

A timid smile crept from beneath Katie’s lips. “So that’s that. Orange will be my special color,” Katie declared.

She leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up her paper and crayon. And as she began to write down her new favorite color, Katie noticed something interesting. She was using an orange crayon all the while. That made her smile even wider.

The next afternoon, Katie sat in her favorite chair by the window with all of her new orange items. Everyday, she stared out that window, looked up into the blue sky and wished she could be special. But today she wished for something different. Today, Katie wished for orange to feel special. “Nobody wants to be left out.”

And just as she did, Katie noticed something magical. As she stared out the window, she watched the big fiery ball in the sky melt into the earth. The beautiful sunset was orange.

Katie really did love orange. She loved how it stretched out its arms and hugged her as the warmth soaked into her skin. And if she listened hard enough, Katie could hear the soft whisper of angels’ wings fluttering around the sun until the beautiful color orange softly faded into a sea of midnight blue.

She knew that her prayers were answered. Orange really was special, and it was just like Katie.

Katie couldn’t wait to go to sleep that night. After her mother tucked her in and turned out the light, Katie looked out her window and whispered, “Thank you, God, for making me special. And for my new favorite color. It fits me perfectly!”

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May 29, 2016
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Outstanding story
by: Mia

I enjoyed reading this story. I

May 29, 2016
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Outstanding
by: Mia

Thumbs up

Mar 29, 2016
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Great Story!
by: :Evelyn

This story was Great because she finds her favorite
color.

Mar 13, 2016
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caring
by: emma

I really thought Katie was really nice to the colour Orange when nobody liked the colour Orange. I like the colour Orange too.

May 12, 2015
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Awesome
by: Maisie (age 6)

My favorite color is orange too!

Mar 05, 2014
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Brilliant!
by: Robin

It was so good I didn't even want to turn it off.

Sep 25, 2012
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amizing
by: cooooooooooool dude

LIKE I SAID AMIZING!

Apr 03, 2012
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Wonderful Story!
by: Nadine and Merinda

What a wonderful story! I just had my daughter listen to the story and she loved it just as much as I did! Tomorrow, we will be thinking of our favorite colors that makes us feel special! But right now it is time for my little one to go to sleep! May God bless each and every one! What is the color that makes you feel special?

Feb 10, 2012
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orange
by: Anonymous

:) ur story is super its about orange the special orange:)

Jan 19, 2012
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A color for Katie
by: Shania

I like this story because Katie talk's about colors but are angels real?







Dec 02, 2011
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awesome
by: Anonymous

it's so good ! a color formed a good story !

I think the author's favourite color is orange and she wrote this story roughly with orange pen !

Sep 21, 2011
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Great Job!
by: Gweni

I liked the story because it showed how special a color is and you.

Nov 14, 2010
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A Color for Katie
by: Anonymous

Beautifully done. I enjoyed reading and listening to it. I'm sure children would love the story.

Nov 14, 2010
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A Color for Katie
by: Anonymous


Beautifully done. I enjoyed reading and listening to it. I'm sure children would love the story.

Nov 07, 2010
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Awesome story!!!
by: Lisa

I loved this story. The author did a great job conveying Katie's feelings. I loved the ending too! Excellent read-aloud for young ones! GREAT JOB!


Nov 07, 2010
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Great story!
by: Anonymous

Loved this story! And even more so because orange was MY favorite color when I was little. I had a bright orange carpet that made my whole room glow like a setting sun. Plus, I now live in Holland -- a coutry awash in orange -- especially during soccer games and on national holidays. Well done, Lynn! A heart-weaming story that takes on a new theme with a fresh ending.

Nov 06, 2010
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Heartwarming
by: Karen C

Everyone should have a favorite color that makes them feel special. This would make a great picture book.

Nov 06, 2010
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A wonderful "feel good" story
by: Anonymous

A fresh idea for a children's story. It's a great bed-time read aloud with a very sweet ending.

Oct 11, 2010
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Original
by: Anonymous

I especially liked this because it was original. The ending was unexpected. Good job!

Oct 11, 2010
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Original
by: Anonymous

I especially liked this because it was original. The ending was unexpected. Good job!

Aug 31, 2010
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Wonderful
by: J.L.Conlon

Not only a great story for a young one to read, but a great 'read aloud' story for someone to read to someone.
That's hard to do...well done.
I could just see Katie's face!

Aug 05, 2010
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thumbs up
by: Anonymous

I really liked this story. I love the little girl's heart.

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