Everyone in our family has blue eyes. They are as blue as the ocean. Our eyes tell people things based on a look. They have power. They have beauty. Our eyes are the best color out of them all. Me and mom have the bluest out of us four. They are more of a bice blue while my dad’s and sister’s is a baby blue. They are always jealous. Especially my sister. She says I got the better genes as we argue at the dinner table. The blueness is not something we control but is something we are blessed to have. They are like a tool we use in our life.
Our blue eyes our a key factor in our family. They are like our back bone to us. It separates us from most families. They can take you on adventure by just looking at them.