The four of us are four-eyed, with spectacles sitting atop our noses. We all see the world a little bit differently, but only because our glasses make this possible.

My dad, legally blind without them, wears them to work. His glasses sort through the paperwork, making sense of the numbers in front of him. My mom, with kind eyes, has small, red frames. Her lenses helped her watch as her daughters turned from little girls to young women. My sister, an aspiring doctor, reads textbook after textbook through her thick black glasses.

My glasses, smudged and scratched from the carelessness of being young, look at the world still figuring it all out. What will I do with my four eyes? What will I see? My four-eyed family has figured it out, so I know that in time, I will too.