Because it makes me smile

“Why do you have pink hair?”, she asked me.
We had been classmates for about two months. She was older than me, but not old. Just the friendly lady at the easel next to mine.
“It makes me smile”, I said, because that’s the truth.
“It makes me smile too.”
She was silent for a while. Then she proceeded: “I was always a bit put off by people with extreme hair colors. But you are a very nice and warm person.”
“Thank you,” I said, not knowing whether I felt happy inside because she called me a nice and warm person, or because apparently I had taken away someone’s prejudice about people with different looks.
I’m so proud of her. And somehow a bit of myself too. Yet another reason why I love my art class.