Red

My father's favorite color is red.

He was born in January.

It somehow makes some sense.

He doesn't know his parents' favorite color. But my grandfather was red haired gent. With blue eyes and a wool fisherman's cap. And a white shirt with black or chestnut. Wool clothes. My Grandmother wore white blue and hints of red. A scarf covering her hair. Their house was white and teal. They lived a poor life. 

Too many that's unfair. But they learned to deal with life's problems. And raised their four boys into men. One was a Shepard and the other was a housewife with very little money to spend. But they had olive trees. And little things counted as dessert.

They were content and happy. Which is all that we deserve.