For weeks, no one could quite understand why her favorite color was pink.
At the pet shop, she had watched countless families come and go, each stopping to glance at her before moving on. She was overlooked again and again—until one afternoon, everything changed. A man stopped, smiled, and chose her. For the first time, she was going home.
It didn’t take long for her new family to notice something unusual. She went to work immediately—tugging pink broom bristles one by one, carefully tucking them into her feathers like ribbons. Piece by piece, she wove a tiny pink nest inside the dustpan head. Other colors didn’t matter. Blue, green, yellow… they were ignored. Only pink made her pause.
The family was puzzled. Why pink?
The answer came weeks later. The man’s wife framed a photo from adoption day and placed it on the wall. Curious, the little bird fluttered over. She chirped and sang to the glass, tapping at the picture as if she had found something she’d been searching for.
In the photo, the man was wearing a bright pink shirt.
Pink wasn’t just a color.
Pink was the moment she was chosen.
Pink was the memory of the day her life began again.
And so, she carried it with her—not as a preference, but as a promise.
Sometimes love is woven into the smallest things. A bristle. A ribbon. A shirt. A color.
And when we look closer, we realize: it was never about the pink. It was about belonging. 💗
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