He has always had the prettiest eyes. In day care, he was given the nickname "Blue Eyes". Even with a black eye, they are still pretty. I remember when he was born the nurse telling me that he will grow into his eyes. I was thinking that my baby had the eyes of a pug, by the way she made it sound. But no, I thought he was perfect. He is growing into a fine young man. He is honest and kind. He is funny and sometimes shy.
But above all else, he is perfectly happy being in his own skin. He is happy being him. He may have no pigment on his eye lashes on the right side, but he once told the Dr. It is what makes me unique. And I am ok with that.
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