My Disabled Brother

My brother, I think that the most important event in my life took place in November. On that day my very typical brother entered my life and changed my view forever. My brother, Rath is an important part of my life and has helped shape my life in many ways. Ras began to live in a way that he could not hear almost completely and stayed in a silent world till the age of three. He was also diagnosed with attention deficit disorder, visual impairment defect and motor skill disorder.

When I recovered, we lived in Syrian farm. The rest of my family is now only my brother, his wife, my sister and my disabled brothers. I heard that there is a place to see a doctor in Turkey, so I am paying money to help you cross Turkey across the border. My brother is a disabled person, so we have to pay a lot of money. This is a very difficult and dangerous journey. Every one of us is only allowed to carry a light bag so that we can move faster. We do not mind, because we have not much surplus after our house is destroyed.

I registered my father's last R 1500 in his bank account. My mother does not have any money for me. Because she feeds my grandfather, disabled aunt, disabled uncle, my brother, and myself 6 families including R 5000 / month. Without the financial support of her brothers and sisters in the 1990's, she could never repay her money, and she took care of all of us. In my three years, unless my students help teaching materials and paintings, I can not complete my work or project. Alex is a very wealthy student who fills the entire art cabinet with paintings and tells me that there is no need to worry about getting art in the second year. That year, he was the grace of my salvation.