His blue eyes: Fifty Shades

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I am just about to graduate high school. The navy colored robe was laying out on my bed, the graduation hat sitting next to it. I sighed to myself in disbelief. I heard light footsteps coming to my door. As I turned my head, my four year old brother stood in the doorway in his hammy down. His dirty blonde hair was fluffy and all over the place as if he just woken up.

"Hello, Dylan." I greeted the little boy that stood just in front of me.

"Hi, sissy." Dylan replied, reaching his arms up at me so I could pick him up. I put my hands under his under arm and I picked up and sat him on my bed next to the graduation gown.

"are you dressing up as a witch?" my little brother asked, pointing at the robe. I gave a light laugh as I shook my head.

"No silly. I am graduating."

"gradwating?" Dylan repeating, pronouncing it wrong but in the cute way. I nodded as I gave him a sideways smile. Dylan hopped off my bed and ran off out of my room. He was full of life and adventure.

Not even moments later, heavier footsteps sounded as the person was walking closer to my bedroom. I turned my head slightly as I looked at my father standing there staring at me. He was dressed in an old pair of jeans and a black shirt that had a whole in the pocked that hung on his chest. My mother always got on him for wearing worn out clothing, but my dad never listens. I really do look up to my dad. Literally. He is almost six feet tall and I have to look up to look into his greenish colored eyes. My dad walked over to me and gave a soft pat on the back of my shoulder.

"Can't believe my baby girl is already growing up." My dad started to choke up.

"Dad." I hushed him. Somehow, these talks with him always made me feel uncomfortable and nervous; for no particular reason.

"sorry." He apologized. He rubbed my back and gave me another glare. His eyes were already rimmed with tears but they never ran down from his eyes.

"I will be fine, daddy." I lightly laughed, giving my dad a light hit on his beer belly.

"Brad!" My mother called my father down. My dad turned on his heel slightly and left out of the room to go see what my mother wanted. As he left, I closed the door so I could get dressed into something nice for the graduation. Well the graduation wasn't until tomorrow, but I wanted to see how I would look. I didn't mind getting into my dress. I like playing dress up... Just this time it isn't for play or show and tell. It's reality.