Handful

Maybe it's all just a refractory illusion, wholly based on eye structures and their functions. But, was there a first color my new brain registered, or noticed before others? Was it my mom's hazel eyes, or the first bright blue in a blanket? Was it the midwife's red hair, or maybe something on the wall, in a picture, an orange sunset across a clear lake? 

When my new eyes fully opened, first focusing on objects and such, what color became my lucky hue, or, is it even meant that we could know, always favoring a certain color yet not recalling why? Do spirits or souls have their own colors? Now we're assuming upon even more assumptions, a double handful of rainbow.