Anger comes naturally to my family. We all get angry, but the anger we express is all different. My mom’s anger is like dog. She gets angry, but then a minute later she is not mad anymore. Now my brother’s anger is more like a clown. When he gets angry it makes it us all laugh. He gets this angry look on his face, but we can’t hold back the laughter. My sister on the other hand is fire. She explodes all at once and gives off this terrible vibe. Don’t get her mad otherwise you will regret it. My dad is like a tornado, hurricane and earthquake all at once. He comes in with a terrible wind and won’t stop until the storm is over. Now me, I am a combination of them all. Dogs, clowns, fire, and storms. The anger that we all express, expresses us as one. Our anger makes us human and makes us who we are.