(Also, a disclaimer: I am NOT this good at drawing... but I am REALLY good at tracing and coloring!)
My family consists of my dad, my mom, my older brother, and me. They are my family because they are the people who make up the group which I am biologically most closely related to. They are my family because they are the people I lived with in a house growing up. But they are more than that.
These are the people who are always there for me. No matter what else happens in life, no matter where I go or what I do, they are there for me. If I need them, they will come quick as a blink. If I’m lonely, I know they are there. When I’m crying, they understand that the tears themselves are not that big of a deal; they know that whatever is behind the tears is what truly matters.
My dad is represented here by a gallon of milk. He is what strengthens the “bones” of my family. If you know anything about my house, you know that there is always at least one jug of milk in the fridge, or else something has gone very awry. In the same way, my dad is always available, he is dependable. He is the go-to guy.
Hot chocolate is one of the most comforting drinks known to anyone. It warms your heart. It knows just what to say. Drinking hot chocolate is like drinking the most sincere hug you have ever experienced, it is like knowing the comforting presence of your mom. Here you meet my mom. Occasionally, hot chocolate is too warm, too sweet, or too filling, but those occasions are few and far between.
It is also important to notice that my parents are on the top of this picture. They are the head of the house and they are to be followed. My mom is on the right of the picture; she is Dad’s right hand. Like life would be nearly impossible without your right hand, so my dad could hardly function without my mom. At the same time, hot chocolate without milk is not even thinkable. Mom without Dad is seriously lacking. He completes her. She relies on him for her very identity. Each of my parents can stand alone when they must, but they are both functioning most fully when the other is there.
Next, my brother. Jake is always what you expect, very reliable, few variations. You always know what to expect from him from one encounter to another, but there is a special and lovely energy and fizz to be found in him. While he may sometimes be a little flat (like a two liter which has been open too long), and he may sometimes be more fizz than flavor (like a fountain which needs to be fixed), mostly he is just the favorite choice.
I am the last one on the sheet. I am an Italian soda, a mix of flavors and club soda. I have been described as “sparkly and exciting, changing daily, always fun and with unexpected flair. Not always available to everyone, but highly valued when you are available!” The exact flavor of the day is always up for grabs, but be ready, because I will always bring a special weirdness with me. (I suggest a Lavender Blackberry soda today.)
Like Italian sodas and Mountain Dew, my brother and I are at once very similar and completely different. You may even at times think I am the older of the two siblings. However, when it really comes down to it, Mountain Dew has been around since the 1964 ("PepsiCo Aims to Bring Urban Cool to Mountain Dew Image: Retail - Bloomberg", n.d.), while Monin’s Florida manufacturing site did not come around until 1996 (Monin.com, “Our Company”), making my favorite Italian soda the newer of the two drinks.
This is a completely incomplete analogy. It says nothing about how close all of our family is, for example. (Simply saying we all live in the fridge is not nearly enough). But, it is enough to give you a basic understanding of my family.
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