It was a sunny morning, and [Paris](JRBYL55J) was helping her little brother [Denver](N3RWT4JB) pack his backpack for his first day of preschool. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) was worried. '[Paris](JRBYL55J),' he said, 'what if I don’t make any friends?' [Paris](JRBYL55J) smiled, her curly hair bouncing as she knelt beside him. 'Don’t worry, [Denver](N3RWT4JB). Your feelings are telling you something important, and it’s okay to feel nervous. Let’s talk about it.'

‘Feelings are like colors,’ [Paris](JRBYL55J) explained, pulling out her art supplies. ‘Think of your nervousness like a wiggly, bright yellow line. It’s okay to feel that way when something is new. But soon, the newness fades, and you might feel all kinds of other colors—like happy blue or excited orange!’ [Denver](N3RWT4JB)’s eyes lit up, and he started to smile.

With his backpack ready and his favorite toy truck tucked in, [Denver](N3RWT4JB) held [Paris](JRBYL55J)’s hand as they walked to preschool. The school was full of colors and activity. 'Look, [Denver](N3RWT4JB), it’s just like in your drawings!' [Paris](JRBYL55J) said. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) peeked inside nervously as a group of kids played with blocks and sat in a reading circle.

[Denver](N3RWT4JB)’s heart pounded as he stepped into the classroom. A boy with glasses waved at him from the block table. [Paris](JRBYL55J) whispered, 'See? Someone wants to play!' [Denver](N3RWT4JB) walked slowly to the table and showed the boy his truck. ‘Cool truck!’ the boy said. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) smiled shyly. ‘Thanks,’ he whispered.

Nearby, a girl in pigtails looked up from her crayons. 'Do you like to color? You can use my crayons,’ she said. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) looked back at [Paris](JRBYL55J), who waved encouragingly from the door. He walked over and sat down. 'Thank you,' he said, and she smiled. They started to color together.

By the time snack time arrived, [Denver](N3RWT4JB) had colored, built a robot with blocks, and played with his toy truck. ‘You made so many new friends already!’ [Paris](JRBYL55J) said when she came to pick him up. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) ran to her, his smile as bright as the sunny day outside.

'[Paris](JRBYL55J),’ he said as they walked home, ‘my feelings were like a rainbow today! I felt nervous yellow, then shy green, and then happy blue. But the best color was brave purple because I tried something new!’ [Paris](JRBYL55J) squeezed his hand. 'I’m so proud of you, [Denver](N3RWT4JB). Feelings are important, and you handled them like a champ!'

That night, as [Denver](N3RWT4JB) climbed into bed, [Paris](JRBYL55J) tucked him in. ‘Tomorrow, you get to explore even more of your brave purple feelings at school,’ she said. [Denver](N3RWT4JB) giggled. 'I can't wait!' Together, they said goodnight, and [Denver](N3RWT4JB) dreamed of rainbows and new adventures.

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