I grew up with my three sisters and a brother. My sisters and brother always protected me from any hostility related to my handicap. Even now I enjoy small groups of people, no more than 4 or 5. I think that comes from that experience.
I have an older sister and two younger sisters. My older sister is six years older than me. She always praised one of my younger sisters. She always thought that my younger sisters would be the successful ones. Because of this comment, I became the strongest sister by resisting her idea and worked hard to prove myself.
Going to school was my opportunity to develop and prove myself. My mother and I walked through the school door. I was excited but I felt my mother’s gloom hanging over me.