Angel------ thats my name...... my grandmother gave me that name--may she rest in peace...
there is a song on the radio playing called Angel--- wax poetic by nora jones-- sounds retro has a 50's ha cha cha vibe---- that has made me teary eyed ---I'm sure it has nothing to do with the cognac sm. shot glass and small glass of chardonnay-- mix going on ---- I was 5yrs old when my older sister Cynthia took me too an older couple that lived on the south side of chicago --which is where I was born--- just to mention--I remember walking up the brownstone stairs and going inside with my sister-- she had me greet them--- then I saw my sister leave--she left me with complete strangers ----I remember crying , crying,crying ---how do you adjust--- too complete strangers--- when you have no choice--because--- my mother wasn't able too take care of the eight children ----I was put in a foster home --they were extremely nice too me----I have come to know my history from a woman named marylou todd----she convinced my foster parents too take me ---she met my sister in church---who explained to her that my mom couldnt take care of eight kids--and if they had it in their hearts too keep me..... and for 16 years they did and my 3 younger brothers---but my older siblings were already teenagers and lived their own lives ---we all grew apart --but my mom has never seen all eight of her children... I hope too change that---