K.M. Sonder

Passing On:

I’m thinking about genetics. Heredity. What we inherit from our parents. I rest my head against the cold airplane window. As I watch the clouds, I’m startled by the closeness of my own reflection, and I look back at myself for a moment. I try to find her in my features. My mom had such blue eyes, but me and my sisters all have green, the rarest color. I know it’s a little more complex than this, but basically, the rareness of green is its combination of recessive blue with dominant brown. You can’t have green without that blue, even if you don’t see it.