Number 12 is for my step father, always feeling like he’s on top but in reality he is the same as all of us. The second hand is my mother, working nonstop, day by day. No one really notices how hard she works. The hour hand is my sister very stubborn only moving when she really has to. I am the minute hand affecting and being affected by everyone else. Us four are inside the glass protection of our clock, safe and secure. While my dad is the lose nail holding us upon the wall threatening to break the protective shield.