My family shares similar eyes, aside from my mom, but they’re all different in their own right. My own eyes are a dark brown, opaque like an acrylic paint. My sister’s are an even darker brown, nearly colorless, like a starless night. They seem lifeless; yet, subtly enthralling

My father, like my sister and I share the same dark brown that give our eyes a near colorless look. His, though not as dark, prove as a source as to where we got ours.

My mother, on the other hand, has her own set of unique eyes. They give the feel of confusion as the seem like a combination of many different colors like an olive or a hazel.

My family shares similar eyes, but they’re all unique in their own right.