I'm sure if I look hard enough this is improving something... work with me here. :)
"Don't read in the dark, it'll ruin your eyes" my mom always said in passing. I don't think she really gave a shit about my eyes since she never bothered to turn on a light. I think she said it out of some visceral motherly instinct to be bothered by whatever her mother was bothered by, because that would make her a good parent. That, and she was convinced that I was lying on the eye chart tests in school because she thought I wanted glasses and was purposely trying to destroy my eyesight. Which I was. Silly of me, though, because genetics would kick in just fine. I assumed it was genetics. My mother had great eyesight, stemming from captivating olive green and brown flecked eyes. She also had a loud infectious laugh, and a smile that could - and did - enchant most people she beamed it at. People would later tell me that I had her smile and her laugh...but I didn't have her eyes. My brother and sister did, but not me. I thought green eyes were supposed to be recessive. After third grade, when we learned about genetic possibilities through charts and graphs, exes and ohs, I was convinced my mother's genes were stronger than any man's because her green genes kicked the ass of my stepfathers black holes. I never met my father but I assumed many things. One: he must have terrible eyes. I would wonder if he had the same eyes as me, calm-sea eyes, boring and flat. Somewhere between gray and blue. I would stare into the mirror and will my eyes to sparkle, but they never did.
...just the start. Any input before I keep going?
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