Ingrid's Essay For English Class

My Dad's hair is lost.   It took a walk off his head and never came back.  My little sister's hair is like a gumball in a machine, you never know what you are going to get.  Each day a new mess is resting on her head.  My mother's flames a top her head.   Hairs lash out in different directions creating a madness of red.  My older sister has passionate hair that blazes like a summer sun.  My hair is silk, spun sugar, and candy. Soft and sweet it flies!  Ingrid