All the members in my family have blue eyes. My father has the deep, blue stern eyes framed with silver glasses. His eyes are often misleading, because the lack of understanding his emotion. My mother has the strict, crystal blue color with the touch of softness. Her eyes are in denial about not seeing as well as they used to. My brother has the color mix of my mothers and fathers eyes with the hint of imagination. His eyes see the imaginary world that no one else can see. And my eyes are like the color of the ocean with a golden angle kiss on my left. As time and experiences go on, my family’s eyes become more faded, like my grandparents blue eyes. But no matter what, we can all see into each others eyes and see the family bond of blue eyes.