Novelas y relatos de Toni Morrison Bluest Eye

Mom scowled and said, "What is the color of her eyes? My baby has crystal-clear blue eyes like the full moon. Even though she was born on a moonless night and didn't have a wolf, she is beautiful and very pretty. That was why Linda stole her away. That evil maid. It's why I forbade maids from working here." Mom vented her anger as she indeed hated maids. If not that we had to convince her that she was getting older and she needed an assistant, she wouldn't approve of any domestic workers around our mansion. Instead, she accepted for only men to work for her, and we had a male chef, a male butler, and male cleaners. Mom disliked the presence of any young woman. "Mmm," Dad breathed and asked,

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

she knew this is the best she can do or she will be dragged out in no minutes. She gets up from the bed and heads to the mirror to look at herself something that she does each morning when she wakes up ...then she is shocked at the sight before her ...blued eyed. This is impossible. She has always had brown eyes . she doesn't believe someone can change her eyes over night ...then the dream begins coming back to her .

Whispering words that she intends for him to hear till she noticed a figure standing near her. A familiar voice said in a cold stern tone the words she despise to admit. "You killed him." She lifted her eyes to meet the one who said those words however Morrigan's eyes widened when she looked over Colfre's shoulder, where a woman was standing in front of her. Her eyes are chestnut in color, her hair raven long hair dances by the wind, and her face is innocent but as you look into her eyes it was chilling and horrifying. She watches in horror as an exact copy of her stands in front of her as she kneels in front of Colfre's lifeless body. The eyes of the Morrigan in front of her shedding tears

"Myra Moretti. Please come here. The surgeon wants to talk to you." A nurse called her name and guided her to the nearby room. "Good afternoon Dr. Blake." A 21-year-old girl with a height of 5 feet 11 inches stood in front of a surgeon while greeting. She was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her long waist-length golden brown hair was tied in a ponytail. The most beautiful feature in her appearance is her ocean blue big eyes. She is indeed a beautiful creation of God. She got her eyes from her mother. Her mother Minerva has the same ocean blue eyes as her.

The shade nearly matches my eyes, which I’m beginning to suspect was intentional. “I don’t know about this.” Crystal rolls her eyes. “Put on the dress.” Twenty minutes later, I stare at myself in the mirror. I barely recognize the girl looking back. My black hair falls in long curls down my back, the silver streak near the front standing out beneath the warm bedroom lights. I’ve kept my makeup soft, just enough to make my violet eyes look brighter, with a light peach gloss covering my lips. The lavender dress hugs my curves before falling loosely around my legs, and simple sandals complete the outfit. Crystal appears behind me in the mirror.