Fan Casting Idk Yet

As I look across the table at my parents I notice something's... different about mother. Something I hadn't noticed before. "Hey, Ma..?" I spoke in a quiet sort of voice, looking away almost as soon as our eyes met. I stared at my mashed potatoes, poking them with a fork, my long brown hair cornering the sides of the plate. I could feel the sudden coldness in her voice, nothing like it had been a few minutes before, "What is it, Emma?" Emma... I could feel her eyes boring into me, unblinking, even without seeing it. Holes seeming to burn into my flesh, hair falling onto my plate. I finally looked up, all eyes on me. My brother, my sister, Pa.. I searched their blank expressions for a sense of familiarity, only to find none. My stomach turning, I gulped, locking eyes with mother. Brown eyes meeting polar opposites. "Have your eyes always been blue..?"