With the dominant gene carried down to me, I was given “big brown eyes.” Sometimes I wish my dad’s hazel eyes would have passed down, but when people compliment my dark chocolate eyes, a pleasant grin brushes across my face. Even though brown eyes are the most common, mine stick out with my brown hair and tan Italian skin. My mom, dad, and brother have brown hair, but in different shades that have changed throughout the years. My eyes are like a bowl of pudding. They shout for attention with their glossy appeal. My brown eyes feel like smooth marbles. They are unforgettable.
In the Eyes of the Beholder
January 13, 2009