You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sebastien said, and Summer blushed immediately. The fact that the friends didn't have a tan really affected them. Their emotions were on display for all to see, just like my mother. The only thing that helped my mother was her eyes. They were too scary to outsiders for them to read her blush as embarrassment. I think her eyes are magnificent, and I would love to have a daughter with my mother's eyes and not the pale blues that I have, but seeing Winter, it seems blue had won the contest. We just have to wonder what shade it would be.

If eyes could kill, her glare would have left me in pieces. I looked at her calmly, "Do you even know why I gave up my dream of being a lawyer and joined the entertainment industry instead?" My mom frowned as she tried to recall the past. She bit her lip when she remembered. "Why do you hate me?"

Her features mirror mine in unsettling ways, the same eyes, the same cheek bones. “Hello, Mother.”

“Your mom had the same eyes. I look at dad, he is wrong. I have pictures of my mom and her eyes are blue just like dad and mine. “But I have pictures of her, and her eyes were blue,” I say “She wore contact lenses since she was a little girl. But I think someone found out and that, that is why she was hunted down and killed.” I looked at my dad, I had never known about this. Had my mom been just like Zara? What did this mean? I didn’t know what to say, so I was happy when Liam asked.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” “Thought about what?” I furrowed my brows slightly, taking another sip of the alcohol. “About ending the contract.” “Never, ever, have I thought about ending the contract. And I never will,” I asserted sharply. Sighing, she leaned back. “Your mother once told me that she’s scared when she looks into your eyes—they remind her of your father’s. And now I see it.” I scoffed. “Of course, we have the same eyes.”

They are at an emotional impass. I take the card, holding it in my hand carefully. I look up into his eyes, noticing for the first time that they are my eyes. The same grass green shines as brightly as my own. I use to wonder where my eye color came from because Mom had blue eyes and Samuel's are brown. Mom always told me they came from a distant relative. I never knew she meant a relative that she kept at a distance.

It sounded horrible to think about. "Mom." He turned to his father. "Dad." He straightened and hardened his face. "You didn't call beforehand. That's unusual." "Oh, but we did," his mother stated, looking extremely unamused and a little ticked. "You would know this if you had bothered to check your phone." She crossed her hands and glared at him, her eyes very much like her son's. They had the same light brown eyes that glinted in rhythm to their emotions. She was stunning, her lush brown hair was barely affected by the passage of time and her face seemed like porcelain, skin soft and clear, reflecting years of experience and strength. Her eyes were lifted high, the caramel bowls of wisdom a

A memory brought to life. Mira walked toward her, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. The woman turned, and their eyes met— And Mira forgot how to breathe. Her mother's eyes were the same. That was the first thing she noticed. The same deep brown, the same shape, the same way they crinkled at the corners when she was about to smile. Mira had inherited those eyes. She'd spent twenty years looking in the mirror and seeing her mother looking back. "Hello, Mira." Her mother's voice was soft, trembling slightly. "Thank you for coming."

I bit my lip controlling my tears to fall. I saw Samuel nod at my question. "Yeah! You look exactly like the late Doña. Except for your eyes!" he chuckled. I shrugged my shoulders off while smiling at him. People who saw and knew about us would always say I had gotten my father's eyes, hazel brown, for my mom had earthly green orbs. Sometimes, I wished I also got her eye color. I recalled when she was still alive, her eyes were mesmerizing. Even if her lips wouldn't put a smile, her eyes would always outshine them. I remembered my dad told me once, my mom's eyes caught his attention first when they first met.

Melody explained, her eyes lit up as she relived the memory. As we turned to leave, a picture caught my eye. Stopping, I reached forward and grabbed it. It was a picture of two young girls, my mother and Dela. Their parents stood behind them, all of them holding a bright smile. The man had scarlet red hair and silver eyes. They looked exactly like their father. Their mother had silver hair, her eyes a light shade of pink, reminding me of the sky before the sun disappeared.