Eyebrows are a defining trait on a persons face. My moms are like a string, thin and light. She fills them in like you fill a glass of water. My dad has big, bushy brows sprouting out of his face. They are dark and dangerous, full, crawling across his face. My brother’s are a combination of our parents’. They’re thick but light like a dust storm in Wyoming. Mine, though, are the monsters of the family. Untamed they take over my face. Stretching from left to right as one solid form. But when they have been tamed, their curve is natural and happy. They’re controlled and beautiful. Our family has a large variety of eyebrow. Big and bushy, thin and light, thick but light, and a monster brow.