Everyone in our family has different eyes. My sister’s eyes, brown like the coat of a chocolate lab, but soothing like a calm muddy lake. My dad’s eyes black like the dark of the night, intimidating, but if you look closer, you see the brown of a picked bean field and sympathy. My mother’s eyes light brown with a peaceful look, much like the hide of a deer, caring for you and nurturing your just from a look. My eyes, a little bit of all, a little blue, a little, green, a little brown, giving me trates of all those in my family, perfect, peaceful, people.