Mr. and Mrs. Celine
My parents sure were fascinating to look at. My dad had glasses. They were black with thick frames that cover his very vibrant violet eyes. I have violet eyes too! He had curly hair but it was darker than mine and kind of a large nose, but I think it went well with his face. His smile was easy and reached all the way up to his eyes. He seemed very much like a father. My mother on the other hand was very beautiful. She had large brown eyes that were perfectly decorated with makeup and a tiny little upturned nose just like mine. When she smiled, her high cheek bones were even more prominent and her head was surrounded by long auburn waves. I loved them already. “So, you’re Celine,” Mom finally said. “I am.” “Apparently you’re our daughter.” “Yeah, that’s what I’m told.” I giggled.
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