Last weekend, I took my 92-year-old dad to the mall to get him a new pair of shoes. After shopping, we stopped at the food court for a meal and found a seat beside a teenager with brightly colored spiked hair. The vibrant mix of green, red, orange, and blue instantly caught my dad’s attention. He looked at the boy curiously, not with judgment, but with quiet interest. I noticed the teen glancing back, unsure of why my dad kept observing him.

Eventually, the teen grew impatient and asked with a playful yet sarcastic tone, “What’s the matter, sir? Never done anything fun in your life?” I held my breath, knowing my dad’s wit was sharper than ever despite his age. My meal nearly stuck in my throat as I prepared for his response. Dad calmly set his fork down and smiled gently before replying. His words were so unexpected that even the boy leaned in slightly.

“When I was young,” Dad said, “I didn’t have colorful hair, but I tried to make the world around me brighter through kindness, respect, and joy.” The table fell silent for a moment as those simple words settled in. He continued, “It’s wonderful that you express yourself through color. Just remember that the brightest thing you can share is your character.” The teenager blinked, his expression softening from attitude to quiet reflection.