When I was four, my father contracted meningitis, but he missed the best time for treatment and became mentally disabled. After that, my mother took my two older sisters and left home on a stormy night. From then on, my grandmother, my father, and I depended on one another. I was ten that year when my father accidentally knocked over a kerosene lamp. The fire destroyed all hope for our family, and I became disabled as well. From then on, my life changed drastically.
