My smaller niece has the coloring of fire and English roses - yet, as olive and as dark as I am, our relation comes in a magical feaure.
Upon comparison while visiting, my brother, sister-in-law, and elder niece ageed, in looking at us. I have the same light brown, rimmed-with-grey eyes as the wee one. We have iced tea eyes.
I used to wish my brown were much darker, but X helped teach me to reconsider that opinion. Now, of course, I am delighted to have my light, and grey-rimmed, color.
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