My family is an old house:
Dad is the broken step, constantly falling and unable to hold anyone up.
Mom is the broken door, always creaking and hard to open.
My sister is the leaking roof, always dropping water, but staying up high.
My brother is the dark rooms, hard to see into and quiet.
And I am the dreary outside look of the house. Always looking for someone to move in, but holding all the secrets inside.