Voices on the Wind Voices from Home
Brown Eyed World by m.e.jackson No one ever said I had my mama’s eyes; no one ever said I had my daddy’s eyes, either. Truth be told Aunt Wanda looked the most like me. At least there was evidence I was related by blood… When your mama passes all sorts of crazy memories jump into your head, flash across your eyes like a movie preview in reverse. Those memories tempted me to look back; revisit the past, but why? What if my blue eyes didn’t belong in our brown eyed family? Mirrors don’t lie, families do. Baby pictures, birth certificate, a curl of hair all tucked in place, but what is the place of blue eyes in a brown eyed world? If mama came back from the light, would she tell me, or just make up some excuse for not answering an uncomfortable question.