Rainbow.
One month had passed, and I found myself once again engaged in a thought-provoking conversation with Hunter.
"Think of it this way," Hunter said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "If you took a bite of the most divine cake you'd ever tasted, would you continue to savor it even if a few people told you it was disgusting and they didn't like it?"
I responded without hesitation, my enthusiasm evident. "Yes!"
Hunter raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
I furrowed my brow, unsure where he was heading with this analogy. "Because... um... we have different taste buds, and what I taste in the cake might be different from what they tasted?" My voice trailed off, turning my statement into a question.