Actually, I didn't turn on the computer this afternoon. I sat at home and got my luggage ready, and then waited eagerly. It took two hours for the bus to come. It took another 20 minutes to get here by car.
What I didn't expect when I arrived at the vocational secondary school was that the vice principal of this school came to meet me personally, said some encouraging words, and told me to keep exercising and take care of myself as soon as possible, and also called several big brothers who were also training to help. They are all deaf and dumb, but they are very enthusiastic. One of them even shook hands with me. I'm really touched.
My parents told me many times before I left. Hardly had they left when the deaf-mute brothers came (Khan, I was late and I was alone in a dormitory). They lifted my wheelchair from the dormitory and pushed me away. I'm a little confused. But I still said thank you to the deaf-mute brother who pushed me. I didn't react until I finished. They couldn't hear me, so I gave him a thumbs-up to thank him. I didn't expect him to hear it and smile at me. I took the opportunity to observe him and saw that he was handsome and felt like a character in a TV series, but I just couldn't remember (alas, my brain memory declined).
Then I went to a big house behind the dormitory, and they carried me in. So this is a place to eat. Two large dining tables have been filled with food. Oh, by the way, there is a big color TV next to them (I don't know what is playing). They pushed me to a table. Originally, three people here could talk. They are physically disabled and determined, while several deaf-mute eldest brothers are sitting at another table for dinner. At my desk, an elderly uncle warmly greeted me to have dinner with (another one who just arrived and looked about my age) or something. After dinner, they carried me back to the dormitory. ...
Although it was only a few hours of contact, I really appreciate them. They are so kind to me that I feel the affection between us disabled people.