Weekly Writing Challenge: DNA Analysis

Your challenge is to take something intensely personal — the bits and pieces that make you YOU — and use them as a springboard for a post that makes a larger point and resonates with lots of other readers.

I really like this challenge especially for the last one of the month. 

I never thought about it, but I’ve been told, I have a little bit of my father and a bit of my mother, but I believe I’m a melting pot…  A combination of both my parents and a mixture of my grandparents, aunts and uncles…

My mom is a beautiful woman even at the age of seventy-seven.  She is crafty and loves to sew.  Her eyes are a gorgeous shade of green and give the impression she is always sad which can be.   She takes everything too hard… 

My dad on the other hand was handsome, tall, and thin with tiny green eyes and a book-worm.  He spend countless hours reading the encyclopedia.  Remember those books…  By the he time I finished high school he had memorized all the countries, political preference, state capitals, language spoken, etc., etc., etc….  My cousins and I would test him and he never failed to answer the questions correctly. 

I, on the other hand, am a combination of both.  I’m professional, but not as smart as my dad.  I am crafty as my mom, but not as detailed as she is.  I like to finish quickly and forget about being too neat. 

My eyes are green, but huge and expressive which is nothing like either one.  I’ve been told I get the eyes from my maternal grandfather, but he had blue eyes instead so who knows?

Both grand-mothers had very tiny lips…   The one thing I would have preferred larger as my dad, are the lips.  No such luck…  I could have had Angelina Jolly’s mouth if it weren’t for my grandmothers… 

My fair skin comes from both sides of the family.  All my relatives migrated from either Spain or the Canary Island; therefore, that may explain the similarity among both sides…

My body is purely my mom’s!  I hated those wide hips and big butt, sure enough, I took after her…  The bigger I get, the bigger it gets….  Not liking this one bit…

The kind heart comes from my father’s side.  They were a giving bunch…  The fun part comes from my aunt.  She is never serious…  I love to curse which is a trait found in my uncle.  Nothing like my parents…  Didn’t learn it from them…  Not sure what my mom and I have in common other than the crafty side…  I say, I’m nothing like her, but I may wrong and don’t want to admit it…

They all had a lot to do with my character development…  All contributed a little which helped form the unique me…