My name is Rania, I am fifteen years old and I live in America since my birth, I have three little brothers named Micheal who is eight years old ; Noah six years old and Kevin who is three years old and we live in the street because we are very poor.
My father left us since the birth of my little brother Kevin.
We lived with our mother wich is a maid and who earns very little to feed the family. Si I decided to help her by picking up the trash in the morning. This work makes me suffer, I always have back pain and in the afternoon I draw stangers and I sell the drawings to them. Because I love it i'ts my talent. I do this to be able to feed my little brothers and help my mother. It hurts my heart very bad, when I see my little brothers stoping there school because they have to work in the street and earn so little.
Today I fight for my future and those of my childrens because I am not going to let them live what I lived, so I try to save as much money as I can to enter in an art school.
This is my dream since my yong age.
Explications : voila mon aide j'ai corrigé quelques erreurs d'orthographe et j'ai aussi aéré un peu ton texte.
J'espère que tu auras une bonne note!
