Descriptive essay. #350 words. Write a description of a person you know well. need help ASAP please.
After leaving work everyday from the tiring job as vice president of Clariden leu, through all the hard work she has done to get to the position she's at, Pamela still finds the time to jog. As tall as a leprechaun and as cute as a button, it's very hard not to laugh at her when she is the one giving you orders at work, or watching her win a 10 mile marathon. Her children and friend's know her a "marathon junkie", she has made it her habit.
Eventually coming home to do the usual motherly duties...cooks, help with homework, boss around and then to finally find her place at her laptop. Pamela has the eccentric daily obsession of playing games of scrabble which seems to be her only sanity alongside catching up with her weekly shows. "Go to bed", you eventually would hear, "Good night, I love you angel".
To awake to her pleasant aroma every morning as she tells everyone, "time to get up", leaving to start a new day as "the boss". Down the stairs for work as her long flowing black hair soft as cotton flowing down her back, her sharp suit and heels. She has the softest hands due to her high authority of demanding everyone including her own children to do everything for her as she hugs you as tight as a bear and kisses us bye. People actually enjoy doing these things for her, as she is one of the most dependable, and efficient human beings I know on the face of the earth. As a mother of three she barely has time for herself, but what can I say? She puts it on herself, as secretary of the PTA; winner of all steak out competitions she is very hard-working. She cannot be replaced or compared to; she is as special and authentic to her family as a nut is to a squirrel, my mother Pamela Miller.
After leaving work everyday from the tiring job as vice president of Clariden leu, through all the hard work she has done to get to the position she's at, Pamela still finds the time to jog. As tall as a leprechaun and as cute as a button, it's very hard not to laugh at her when she is the one giving you orders at work, or watching her win a 10 mile marathon. Her children and friend's know her a "marathon junkie", she has made it her habit.
Eventually coming home to do the usual motherly duties...cooks, help with homework, boss around and then to finally find her place at her laptop. Pamela has the eccentric daily obsession of playing games of scrabble which seems to be her only sanity alongside catching up with her weekly shows. "Go to bed", you eventually would hear, "Good night, I love you angel".
To awake to her pleasant aroma every morning as she tells everyone, "time to get up", leaving to start a new day as "the boss". Down the stairs for work as her long flowing black hair soft as cotton flowing down her back, her sharp suit and heels. She has the softest hands due to her high authority of demanding everyone including her own children to do everything for her as she hugs you as tight as a bear and kisses us bye. People actually enjoy doing these things for her, as she is one of the most dependable, and efficient human beings I know on the face of the earth. As a mother of three she barely has time for herself, but what can I say? She puts it on herself, as secretary of the PTA; winner of all steak out competitions she is very hard-working. She cannot be replaced or compared to; she is as special and authentic to her family as a nut is to a squirrel, my mother Pamela Miller.
