Everybody in my family has dark eyebrows--except for my mother. My dad’s eyebrows are black and shaped with class. They show that he is a businessman who spends most of his time in his office or traveling for work. Both of my sister’s have perfectly colored eyebrows, like tiny caterpillars, beautifully colored. Their eyebrows illustrate an image of innocence as they live out their youth. And me, my eyebrows have a mind of their own unless they are tamed. Much like my personality, outgoing and carefree but collected when told to be.

But my mom’s eyebrows, like little wispy dandelions blown in the wind on a warm spring day. Blonde, boring and basic eyebrows--until she gives them life. Her eyebrows display an inside to her caring, courageous, and compassionate personality.

My mom adds life to her light, loving eyebrows with a touch of brown coloring. As she throws color into her eyebrows, she brightens her appearance. The wispy dandelions transform into perfectly painted lines, as if Da Vinci drew them himself.