My mother, the only one with beautiful, bright blue eyes and freckles in the family. Each mark as stunning as her personality and intelligence. My dad, sister, brother and I have plain faces, while my mom’s looks like a clear night sky in the countryside; full of stars, each so unique, none like the other. Each freckle tells a different story and changes throughout the year, much like her.  
     

In today’s society, crazy trends include drawing on freckles or even tattooing them onto your face; yet, my mother naturally born with those who are obsessed with. Her freckles are ravishing, complimenting her.

Confidence (as strong as an ox). Her unique freckles are what make her, and what makes me love her even more.