Before we moved to Chicago we had to move in with my cousins, because my father came to Chicago before us to look for a job and a place to stay. Living with my cousins was hard. We were nine kids in a 3 bedroom house. And my mom was two months pregnant with my little brother Ahmed at the time. It was great at first because my cousin Andalieb is my age and I always had someone to play with but after a while we became jealous of each other and we were also annoyed of each other because we had to share everything our clothes our toys our lives! She hated it when I played with her friends but I didn’t have anyone else to pl

The car ride there wasn’t any better my brother and I in the back seat of the van for three days straight we could’ve killed each other. And my little sister who was a year and a half at the time cried the whole way. She wanted to get out and play, to do something but she couldn’t. She hated being confined to the car seat for three days. And it wasn’t like she had anywhere to play. We didn’t see anything except the highway, gas stations and the occasional restaurant.

When we finally got to Chicago we were tired and anxious and excited. We were moving to a new house, or so we thought. When we saw our apartment we were shocked it was not what we had expected, but I guess we expected too much anyway. There was a factory near the house and no where to play. And no one to play with. The closest girl to my age was three years younger then me. But my brother found a boy his age. So I really

Some topics in this essay:
Moving Chicago, play play, days straight, age play, bedroom house, living cousins,