Romans & histoires You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme

All she wanted was just her mother because as long as she could remember, only her mother was ever there for her, in rain and in the storm and when the sun shines brightly and harshly. Ever since she could remember, there had always been these bright sparkles in her mother's eyes. Whenever she smiled the world seemed to be lost in her eyes and so while growing up Sia absolutely loved seeing her mom smile because of her eyes. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing about her, a feature that she herself had inherited from her but the brightness and sparkles in Sia’s eyes were long gone.

" I said, remembering her being taller than me. But that was twelve fucking years ago. "And you’re a lot fucking taller than I remember." Mom replied. There is the woman I remember. "I do remember you swearing a fucking lot." She smiled. A smile I didn’t even realize I had missed so fucking much. "So you do take after me in one fucking way." I started to cry. Mom was alive. Elora was alive. "And I have your eyes." Mom looked on the verge of tears. "You fucking do. They’re beautiful. You are beautiful. Can I give you a hug?"

Just my favorite. Like Mother, I had dark shade of blonde curly hairs which were long for a five year old. Same smoothly soft skin and perfect shape. But the most striking resemblance was our eyes. Mother had deep sky blue eyes, and so did I. She told me stories of how father always teased her having eyes like the deep blue sea and the sky. Most times,on days like this I wished I had met him. "Happy Birthday Honey" Mother pulled me in on one of her affectionate hugs, kissing me uncontrollably as I wiggle free. " Mother I'm five not two anymore "

Two pairs of ocean-blue eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stared back at her. The woman in the picture had a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes, she was beautiful with her midnight black her that made her eyes stand out like two glittering gems of blue. Both of her hands were placed on the shoulders of two boys that looked to be about the same age, maybe around seven. One of them had ocean blue eyes just like the woman, with midnight black hair just like hers, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was his mother. Meanwhile, the other boy's features were different from the mother and son duo, with hazel green eyes and brown hair with light highlights. They looked happy, both the boys with

Mom walks past me and doesn’t stop until she’s by his side, her hand rests on his shoulder. She raises her eyes to look at me and together, like this, they look like a perfect couple. I’m the spitting image of my father, our features and black wavy hair is the same, but while I have black obsidian eyes like my mother, my father has gray eyes. He’s got a massive build that I hope to best one day. My mother is thin and petite. She has straight long hair and I think that Mavy and I look nothing like her. The only thing I have of hers is her eyes. Dad grabs Mom’s hand on his shoulder, stands to his feet, and leads her around his desk. “Take a seat,” he demands gruffly.

“Now look at me.” Quivering, Zheira looked down, moving back even though she no longer could. Her mother put her fingers on her chin and raised Zheira’s head, but she closed her eyes tightly. “Zheira!” Knowing her mother wouldn’t stop, she blinked rapidly. A wild gasp escaped her throat when their eyes locked. At first, Zheira could only see the reflection of her eyes. Its red irises have a slit-like shape in the center and were stained with blue crystal-like particles; until, a dancing figure appeared in Melinda’s hazel orbs. It was her mother’s younger self. She was turning and humming while carrying a cute baby girl with a short golden flock of hair.

They have different colored eyes, like his brother, he has gray eyes yet I've never seen their parents having gray eyes. "Yeah, mommy, the one you meet, was Klenz's mom, but in all honesty, I was her favorite." Khamdem stated with boastfulness before he received a slap from his sister. "Hey! That was mean!" He complained and it took them a whole minute to ease up.

my mother said. Mom had long black hair and the palest, bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They weren’t the normal typical blue. They were lighter and paler, as if they were diluted by white and became as blue as the sky early in the morning when the sun had finally settled in place. “Yes, mom.” And I was five. I couldn’t believe that it worked. My father was sitting there, wearing glasses and reading his early morning newspapers. Our house was small and it was full of magical artifacts. Maybe because I was five, I didn’t remember them. Or maybe because a lot happened after their death that I forgot.

I rolled my eyes again. “That your friend of yesterday, is he a he?” my mom asked. ‘Is he a he?’ What the fuck was that?” I laughed out loud. My mom’s eyes were glittering with excitement. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes again. “Seriously Mom? Can’t I try to look good just because I want to?” I asked, chuckling. “That’s the point Mish, it’s unusual for you to want to look good,” Evy said and I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time.

MAMA’S FACE POPS INTO MY HEAD EVERY night, like a late-night TV show, just as I’m about to drift off. I see her smile, all soft and gentle like a moonbeam, and her eyes, full of love, like a mug of steaming hot chocolate. But then, the memories come flooding back, and bam! It’s time for another guilt-marathon.