Vignette Eyes

My eyes, and my mom’s eyes, dark brown pools of a teenager’s reflection of the world. Our show power, and can keep a straight gaze at one certain thing forever. Our eyes do have a playful side though. They can dart up and down in the heat of sports. They can silently skim through the words of a book. They can can stealthly creep around the corner, watching for anything interesting. Our eyes are sweet chocolate kisses.

            My brother’s and sister’s eyes, practically identical, fill with joy at rage of a party. They only function for the entertainment. They search everywhere for it. Their eyes live the life of a party. Always hyper and wanting something interesting to stare at. They can never focus on something serious, and probably never will. Their eyes light up like blue crystals that had just connected to a ring.

            My dad’s eyes, unlike any of us, show leadership and signifigance. The only pair to have a piercing green iris. My dad’s eyes show strength and determination, never backing out. They show quality, and success. Nobody in our family matches my dad’s eyes. They show the unique abilities to lead a group of eyes. My dad’s eyes are like a forest of green, with the path out in front of you.