While we become blissfully comfortable here in America, we forget that the lives of others are much more difficult than ours. We choose to ignore the struggles of others and focus on complaining about our minor irritations. Fourteen years ago, my cousin Sasha was conceived. Normally a baby is celebrated with joy, tears, and parties, but Sasha did not receive any excitement. Instead her mother drank, smoked, and abused drugs. The physical damage that was inflicted on her developing mind was crippling. Once she was born, the impairment was further amplified by the lack of human interaction and nourishment when she was held in a crib for 8 months. After the anguish she was put through, she could not be diagnosed with a single chromosomal defect. Sasha’s brain was irreversibly damaged from the abuse her mother did to her leaving her with a host of mental problems and disabilities.
After months of harm, my aunt adopted her. Life would be better for Sasha in America where she could get medicine and love. While it was a difficult life ahead, with my aunt Beth and uncle Steve had a good shot at giving Sasha a meaningful life. Then tragedy …show more content…
Her struggles seemed to become mine as we because close family and my role became being closely involved in helping her life. I was also able to learn extreme patience from her. Furthermore, she taught me how no matter bad a situation appears or what hand we have been dealt in life, there is something to smile about. Before she was in my life, I never noticed how much we all complain about insignificant problems, when we should be truly thankful for all the blessings we