My father’s eyes are dark blue. Filled with mystery, but glistens at the same time. My sister, my sister has eyes that are bright blue like the sky on a warm sunny day. They crave for adventure, but hints at a simplistic lifestyle. My brother, my brother has green colored eyes with a tint of blue. The green part has a wild lifestyle with no direction and the blue is like the light at the end of the tunnel. The light that shows a heavy heart and a lighthearted lifestyle.
But my mother’s eyes, my mother’s eyes are dark brown like leaves in the winter. They represent her heavenly heart that can tell a person if they’ve done something wrong. They’re like a freshly made batch of chocolate chip cookies that taste terrific except for that one that is a little burnt. Just a little burnt.