Everyone in my family has similar eyes except my dad. My mother’s eyes are glossy like a marble, a perfect hue of brown. Lily’s eyes are what every girl wishes for. Eyelashes as long as life and darker than night. A gorgeous hazel color; the color of a sweet peanut butter cookie, not too dark, not too light. My eyes are as basic as they come. My eyes are a dark brown like a piece of dark chocolate that melts in your mouth.

But my father, oh my father; he holds the ocean in his eyes. He’s surrounded by eyes like the sand, like the dirt, and like the shell of a coconut. You can almost smell the ocean just looking into his eyes. My father’s eyes are like the blueberries on top of the blueberry cheesecake and our eye’s are like the crust that surround it. He’s the exception in our family, we all have sweet, innocent brown eyes and he has the strong, fierce blue eyes.