My family all has brown hair. Some darker than others. Some artificially lighter. Moms hair is dark like the night sky. Curly like noodles. Amy’s hair is electric like a loud storm lurking over the night. Her hair used to be long like a long strand of ribbon or long curly fry. 

My sister's hair is calm and straight. Sits straight like a string in a calm storm. Isabelle's hair is dark like the dark dove chocolates she loves to eat. Long hair like rapunzel trailing down her back. 

My hair is medium brown like a pancake or milk chocolate. It's unpredictable. Could be straight. Or wavy like the warm ocean on a wild day in July. Some strands are lighter sticking out like a sunset in summer. 

My brother's hair is like mine. Anthonys hair is short but fluffy like a small dog. It looks like a lion's mane sticking out in every direction. His hair is the color of coffee on a fall morning with the leaves running in the wind. 

Dads hair is short. Like a piece of grass. Sticks straight up on the top of his head. The color is dark like the dirt he uses to plant his flowers. The back of Tony's hair lays flat like the rug in our front entrance. My family's hair is all different but also the same.