I have hazel eyes and I really do love them a lot. But neither of my parents have them. My dad has brown eyes and my mom has blue eyes. I actually have my Grandpa Norwood's eyes (My dad's dad). I never met him because he died 4 years before I was born. But I was told that he was a wonderful man and that he was loved by everyone. So, I'm pretty honored to have a little piece of him with me.
Growing up, I was really jealous of my mom's blue eyes because I didn't know very many people with blue eyes. I felt that since they were rare, they were even more special and beautiful. But even though I still love my mom's eyes, I have really grown to love my own. I love the way that they change from predominantly brown to predominantly green when I cry. I love that people tell me that my eyes are brown until I tell them to look closer and they're pleasantly surprised to see the green in them. I love that most of my friends and family don't have hazel eyes, so it makes me feel special. But my favorite reason is definitely that I have my grandpa's eyes.
-Chelsea
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