A Life in the Day of Helen Keller

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English: A Life in the Day of Helen Keller

I always wake up around twelve. There is not much point of waking up that early. There is nothing for me to do. For someone like me who can't see or hear or talk has a pretty exasperating life. It is pretty lucky I know my home this well. We haven't moved in my whole life, so I know this place pretty well. I don't need to grope around anymore, but sometimes I do stumble a bit on my trip to the bathroom. My mum tries to make everything easy for me; I can sense it. She has made the corridors narrow so I can feel the wall with my arms outstretched. I sweep my arms around the walls and finally I have reached the bathroom. The bathroom is a very small one, convenient for me to find things. I find my toothbrush; it is on the side of the basin where I left it last night. My mum got me an electric one. It is easy to wash my face and teeth. The towel is just beside me on the lid of the toilet. My parents had a special water