Descriptive Essay On Maya Angel

Juliana Angel is my name, I'm 5'5 and I'm the third child out of 4. I bleed Red white and blue.I'm a strong bald eagle that swords high through any problems, our just like our famous Chicago Skyscrapers I'm tall and strong that can sustain anything that comes my way.

I was born in Evanston and raised in two cities that go by Rogers Park and Waukegan. These three cities both are in the wonderful state of Illinois. I don't come from much from our first apartment that only had 1 bedroom and five people shared that room. I remember staying in does dark chocolate boxes, waiting for dad to come from his minimum wage job. As my mom was working with the all those spicy flavored, the whole apartment was turned converting into my ancestors old village. Just like in Rogers park, my life would be a quite unexpected. In the early 2000s ,I was a crazy whopper snapper but little did I know this would make an impact in my life. As the summer air and the dandelion field, scented the whole area , I would minutes later be rushed to the hospital. Momma had to go and clean her tan face , mom always cared about her physical appearance, and as the pot was cooling , I rushed to play by the table just to have a pot of volcanic noodles pour all over me and splash goes the pot. Momma came running to the room and put me in the arctic cold water. Wow! Momma was my hero

I was just a third grader and the fact that my father did this, it has scared me just like my physical scar when I got burned with the soup. Momma and I were really upset,this person was my world,my superhero, if I was ever in danger he would rescue me. We enter the laboratory, and checked in but jokes on my "father",he had a child support meeting. After that even,I eventually drifted away from him and don't get me wrong I miss him but there's things you don't do to a kid. As I'm writing this I still can't get it through my