Aunt Catherine, mom's sister, has eyes that wander into the unknown. Through her life she has never had good sight and has been legally blind for a while now. Her eye’s stare off into space in a way mine never will. Though eyes show emotion even when that person can’t see through them. They used to be filled with happiness a majority of the time, lighting up when she knew my mom and I had come to visit. Now they have gotten sad, staring at a wall she doesn’t know is there, in her own world I can’t visit.
My mom's eyes look just like her sisters, and their mom's, but hold different emotions, another world. My mom's eyes hide behind her glasses when she reads and hide her feelings when she doesn’t. I can never sense sadness in my mom; she always has her happy eyes on. Something that I think I get from her, not showing my emotion on the outside. Her eyes are constantly rolling at every action of my dad. His eyes are either stressed or happy. Laughing at his own jokes or going along with something silly he’s doing. Stressed when work gets to be too much and he needs the weekend. I’ve only seen my dad with sad eyes a few times, when someone’s dying or has died. He is the kind of person you really don’t want to see cry, someone so full of joy in his eyes the tears kind of ruin the illusion.
Dad always says I have his eyes, the same kind of blue, though mine are slightly lighter. My brother has my mom's brown eyes so it only makes sense I have his. It really is true, our eyes are like the same set in different people, but it’s impossible that I got mine from him. I got my eyes from my birth parents. Both of their eyes are blue, frozen in pictures, the only way I’ve ever seen them. I imagine their eyes always being happy, the way they should be, the way I want them to be.
