My mother's eyes are like graham crackers that hold so many secrets in the comfort of the holes that hold a lot. Eyes as blue as the color of the sky on a hot day in the summer when the sun is shining so brightly. These eyes have little bits of gray in them which show through the luggage that she carries with her. Yet at the end of the day before her eyes begin to set they are like the ombre sunset that warms everyone's heart with colorful emotions of joy and happiness. My father's eyes are chocolate chips that have just been freshly baked in chocolate chip cookies. But they are also comforting hot cocoa that brings you a warm feeling on those snowy days or the rainy days that you face. And even though the chocolate sometimes seems dull with a little bit of love it flourishes into something new like a freshly made chocolate-covered strawberry. My sister's eyes are a copy of my mother's but with more luggage. The luggage that is held in those eyes is like bags of marshmallows, which once you open them are dull but with a little bit of warmth from the fire of family you can turn them into something greater. My brother's eyes are like a comforting green blanket that could shelter the world from the cold in the winter months. Yet in the summer, it covers the world with a silent green that covers the world and only some people notice the true beauty. But the people who choose to notice the beauty of the green will be engulfed by the everlasting love of the warming green blanketed the earth.