You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme Novels & Stories

"Really, sweetheart. I don't know why would you even doubt that." "But then why do I have forest green eyes?" And there it was again. Her nervousness. "I told you, my grandmother had them." "Mom, as far as I can remember even though I was a small child, she always had hazel eyes like yours." "W—well she w-wore contact lenses... yeah contact lenses." If anything that was becoming as clear as day for me was the fact that mom was terrible at lying and making excuses. "Thanks, mom, for answering me and clearing my doubt."

Sophie's eyes widened in excitement as she surveyed the impressive display of vehicles. Her mother chuckled, her gaze lingering on Sophie's twinkling blue eyes. Sophie rolled her eyes playfully. "Stop staring at my eyes, Mom. It's kind of weird, you know," she teased, her lips forming a pout. "I can't help it, darling. Your eyes are simply mesmerizing," she confessed with a smile. "You keep saying that.” The woman sighed dramatically. "I'm just slightly heartbroken that you didn't inherit my eye color," she replied with mock seriousness.

I slowly raised my head to look into her emerald green eyes, the same as Laci's. I heard her gasp, holding her chest." What… what are you? How could you have such eyes?" I quickly put my eyes down, I knew I should be ready to be thrown out again. "Laci, how could you…" "Mother, she is nothing like what those women are saying. She is just a little different." "A little different? She has the cursed eye!"Laci's mother screamed. "Cursed eye? How do you know? Have you ever seen someone with a cursed eye? Simply because she is different doesn't mean that she is cursed. Mother, you should know better!" Laci said, sounding disappointed.

I admit quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. She places a hand on my shoulder, her smile softening. “You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone, especially what your former pack members did to you, make you think otherwise.” I nod, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. My mother used to say I had my father’s eyes, and seeing them now, so bright and alive, I can’t help but feel a small connection to her.

News? Wait, did she just say mother? My eyes widen jumping between the couple. Parents? Any chance I misheared her? They were his parents? I realized why those eyes were so familiar, now narrowed in annoyance, I realized I saw a replica of those same green eyes I see whenever I close my eyes.

My mom doesn't actually look like her age she looks like a 33 year old with does deep blue eyes and dark brown hair. "My baby"she said throwing her hands for a hug ,I rolled my eyes feigning anger. "Mom are you sure am your baby or your the baby am very mad at you,you know-how much I love you and need you still yet you hurt yourself" I said as tears flowed my eyes. "Am sorry"she said pouting and I ran and hugged. "Promise me you won't do it again" "Yeah I learnt my lesson"we laughed. "Catalina I need you to do something for me please"mom pleaded with puppy eyes and I frowned titled my head.

I understand why we keep things like this—so we can still feel and remember her—but, at the same time, it's so damn hard. I'm sad to say my memories of my mother are fleeting. Since I was only five when she passed away after a short and vicious fight with cancer, I don't remember a lot. But there are certain vivid memories of her that I hold dear, locked up in my mind and heart. We had the same blonde hair, the shade of the summer sun my dad used to say, and she had green eyes while I have unusual golden amber eyes. What I'd like to think is the perfect combination of her green ones and my dad's brown ones.

my mother lightly tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger while smiling. "Then I want to stop doing it!" I pouted. My mother laughed again. "Why?" she asked after a few seconds. "Because I don't want to talk with my eyes anymore," I said, glancing at my mother sideways. She laughed once more and kissed my cheek. "Not everyone can know what you're really saying with your eyes, you know? When you meet someone who can read your thoughts through your eyes, don't let them go, okay?" She gave me another kiss and held me closer to her.

I could do nothing but stare into the 6 foot hole that held my everything in. The one being in the world that knew me like no other and loved me the way no one else could. My mother. She was such a beautiful soul. She had the most lushes, softest, deep chocolate skin. Her hair was a coil paradise, full of black, healthy, thick hair, that she kept neatly tucked away most times or let run free out in a coily fro. She had a smile that could steal anyone's heart, and her eyes were dazzling. She had the purest olive green eyes that reflected otherworldly against her skin. Luckily for me, I inherited those same eyes from her. I have her eyes and dark complexion. That's it. For whatever reason, I'm

"No. Just really unexpected." Mom had always been the reasonably prim but flirty Mom, just fun, not over the top. To call Mom pretty would have been an insult. She is beautiful, her hair is a light brown with some natural red highlights, and her eyes are an incredibly bright Blue. She keeps her figure by doing regular yoga and running on treadmills, ours, or at the gym. At 5'7", she is tall for most women. My sisters and I inherited that from both our parents. Dad is 6'1" with Dark Brown, almost black hair and Hazel Green eyes. I'm the tallest of us all at 6'2", my hair a deep Brown between our parents with emerald green eyes.