She yells, laughs, cries, and whimpers almost simultaneously. When I tell her good morning, I never know how she might react. Some days she hugs me and swings me around, making me feel like the center of her universe. On other days, she completely ignores my greeting and goes about her business. Children, before they learn the self-control we consider maturity, possess this same unpredictable flow of emotions.
Comparisons work well in research and in fiction.
The new house was nothing like their home back in Baltimore. Their home featured a manicured garden with tall trees, while this wooden box was surrounded by dirt. The Baltimore home felt permanent due to the brick and stone construction. Here in Sacramento, the homes were of wood. But the greatest horror was not the lack of electricity, flowers, or bricks.