[color=red][center][h2]Under the Red Sun[/h2][/center][/color]
The sun has been red for as long as I could remember. But my grandpa used to tell me that there was a time when the sun was supposed to be more yellow-ish and bright, and I cannot help but believe him.

According to him, the world was a lot different back then. The skies changed often, able to become a myriad of colors, ranging from gentle blues to vibrant oranges to gloomy greys.

“Blue skies! What nonsense!” my mother would grumble under her breath as she washed the dishes and the window let in a harsh red light that made her look more menacing than usual.

But my grandpa did not feel discouraged and never stopped telling me about the wonders of the world that once was. At least until the day he left us.

I wondered what kind of heaven was waiting for him up there. I hoped the skies were blue. Red just doesn’t seem right for Paradise.