You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The only thing I appreciate about my mother is her transferred gene. I'm her carbon copy except for the shade of my eyes, which I must have gotten from a distant relation either in my dad's or mom's genealogy. Cases like that aren't unheard of, where children share resemblance with a relative from either parents' family. Mom's eyes are a deep brown, almost obsidian, with a constant malicious look, while Dad's eyes are a softer shade of hazel with the brown more pronounced. My theory is that I got my stunning green eyes from Dad's side of the family, inheriting only the green shade of his eyes rather than the hazel or brown color.

Delicate features and pretty blue eyes reminiscent of the blue sky. I was the washed out version of her.I got nothing of mother's features but everything from dad and let me tell you, my father is no looker. But today, Anna's pretty features were marred by anguish, her eyes wide as saucers and filled to the brim with unshed tears.

My eyes were glued to a picture of a very familiar person, a purple-eyed woman with purplish hair, smiling beside another blue-eyed woman who looked like her age. I stepped closer to take a look as my eyes started to tear up despite the confusion. "Why is my mom here?" I looked at the photo of a woman who has purplish hair and purple eyes. My mom's hair is black, similar to mine but the purple-haired woman looks just like her with those facial features especially the unique purple eyes I can recall so clearly. I asked Josephine but she had her mouth open in surprise. "You know? H-how?" "What?" Is she asking me how I knew my mom? Isn't it obvious that I know my mother because she took care of

It seems like just yesterday he messed up in the library, then now in the garden. "Your mother is right, Shan. Don't let your mother get tired, okay?" I told my son. Shan looked at me. His eyes resemble mine; I suddenly remember when Amara got so happy when she first saw our son’s eyes after she gave birth to him. She said that our son’s blue eyes are so beautiful just like mine. I stared at Shan Grey, he looks more like me when he's serious or curious, but when she grins and acts charming, he looks more like his mother.

My mother had begged and begged until I'd accepted the tradition. As if summoning her, she knocks on the door and opens it, sticking her head in and then her entire petite frame. My mum was smaller than me, her head stopping at my shoulders. She's wearing a simple sundress, her red hair in a messy bun, her green eyes surveying my outfit. I'd inherited my blue eyes from my dad. The brown and red hair was a gift from both parents.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.

"My mom calls me 'Squirrel.' She also calls me 'Sweetie,' 'Little Pumpkin,' 'Puppy,' and 'Honey Pot.' What about you?" "... Angel." "Angel. Your eyes are really pretty. I've never seen such beautiful blue eyes before. Your hair is really pretty too. It's the most beautiful blonde hair I've ever seen. Ah, of course, after my mom's." "..." "I'm envious. My mom also has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes like you. I want to have blonde hair and blue eyes like Mom and you, but as you can see, I'm stuck with black, which makes me sad."

A sound of laughter reached my ears, and almost immediately, a little girl came running up the steps, giggling at her mother, who was trailing behind her. “That’s you.” Athena said, smiling at the scene. “You look just like her, Amber. ”She was right. I had my mother’s red hair and face, but my eyes… none of my parents had amber eyes. My father’s eyes were a deep brown; they were almost black. They looked like orbs, and my mother; her eyes were a rich green. Like emeralds. “Where are they coming from?” I asked, as I noticed my mother straightening once I was inside the pack house. She turned to my father, and the smile on her face dropped. Athena didn’t answer my question. She didn’t need to

The world would have to be ending for me to wear the nasty pink, girly frock she picked out and my brother was right, the mask was way too revealing, "Mom, how about I pick something to wear." She narrowed her blue eyes in on me. My mother's blue eyes were much different from mine. Her's held a green hue around the pupil before subtly fading into a murky blue, "You better not use this as an excuse to back out of the ball." She warned in her pixie voice which I couldn't take seriously.