Jewel often asked what her name meant; why Mother also carried it.
“You’ll see,” Mother demurred.
Their crumbling dictionary said Jewel was a stone that refracted light into color; but what was refracted? What was color?
Other things, odd things -things Jewel couldn’t quite define- also set them apart.
“Cheer up; tomorrow’s another day,” Mother reassured a stranger, in passing. How did she know he was sad? Jewel wondered, looking back at the black and white face.
One day, at school, Jewel finally knew. Amidst the monochrome playchildren; her friend, Tom, smiled.
In that glittering instant, he glowed yellow.