A family home should always be pulsating with laughter, and in this respect, my family shines with diversity. Laughter is to us humans as a mouse is to a cat. It is a reason to live, thrive and be happy.
The laughter that echoes in my house is unique. My grandmothers laugh is like a polite tinkling of bells clashing together to form a beautiful melody. Grandma's laugh is the sound of a wedding day.
My grandfathers laugh is choppy and fluctuates in rapid patterns. Grandpa's laugh is waves crashing to the shore.
For almost their entire lives, my grandparents have been sharing laughter.
My dad's bright ivory teeth smile, and his deep chuckles fill up the room. Dad's laugh is hard work and kneading the rich soil.
My mother's laugh is light and airy, and you can tell just by hearing it, that she is happy. Mom's laugh is shooting for the moon and snoozing on a star.
My family's laughs are filled with emotion and flair, but mine might be the strangest of all.
My laugh is the single drop of water that tumbles over the waterfalls and glints in the misty rainbow. My laugh is untamed, like the wild tiger caged in the zoo. My laugh gets higher and lower each second. My laugh is the moments where black ebbs your vision and insanity makes your voice quaver. My laugh is the moments hunched on the floor, unable to breathe, a mixture of laughs and sobs tearing through you. My laugh is me, my laugh is free, and my laugh is forever changing.