Prom: a time for comparison

It's one of those very special days for my teenage little sister, Bekah.

It's her...

............................................................PROM!!...........................................................

Such a momentous occasion requires one rather terrible thing...

Pictures. and an endless stream of them.

 Bekah and her boyfriend, Austin, looking pretty in pink, are a lovely pair. Mainly, this is due to the fact that Austin is tall enough for Bekah to wear her first pair of heels! I feel odd walking around the two of them... They could squash me so easily, these two beautiful, and I suppose friendly, giants. 


Among all of the crazy picture taking, one goofy photo of the prom goddess (Bekah), Hannah, and I was taken. It made me smile, until I noticed something. Hannah and Bekah have the same silly face! 

...and there I am making my ridiculous fishy lips. The oddball.

I suppose I've always been the oddball though. The unathletic one. The sarcastic one. The one who read her biology text book before bed. Heck, even my genes set me apart. I have brown eyes, while the rest of my siblings have blue! (and if you look at the genotypic qualities of eye color, this is truly against the odds... brown eyes are dominant to blue. With my mom's Bb and dad's bb, the punnett square of such a mating would result in a 50% chance of Bb, 25% BB, and 25% bb. That means, 75% chance each individual has brown eyes, and 25% that they'd be blue.) Sorry for that gush of whatever that was... frustration channeled into biology? It's soothing... don't judge me. Promise? okay.

Even if I may stand apart, I still love the constant chaos that is my family... and I'm pretty sure they love me.