My father's voice was deep, mellow and always supportive.
My mother's is full of power and, anger for my sister and I to finish our chores. Yet at times it still carries a happy tone when we are all getting along.
My sister's voice is confident and loud like a player calling out the playon the field. My sister and I have voices that clash when heard together.
Friends voices are calm, caring and comforting at times of need.
When you hear your own voice it might not sound as other people hear it. I hear my voice as understanding and friendly, and I hope that's how others hear it as well.