Every person in my family has a different voice. My mom’s is calm and considerate while my dad’s voice is booming and loud like a hurricane. My sister’s voice is cheerful and squeaky how you would imagine a chipmunk with a voice to sound. The echo in the chimney that you would hear when Dad yelled was sharp and unforgettable. 

That is another thing I like about my Mom’s voice it didn’t sound like Dad’s and it didn’t make me feel as if my heart stopped. Hearing the sweet warm sound of my Mom’s voice made me feel like I was wrapped in a fuzzy fire of comfort. I always love to hear my sister make funny noises when I bug her or make her happy. 

Every person in my family has and always will have a different voice.