Through my years of growing up, I only knew to have the basic needs a child should have. My parents struggled to raise four children. We lived in a two-roomed house, where one was the kitchen area and the other the sleeping area. We had only one big bed in the sleeping area, where my sister and I shared the bed with my mother. My two brothers slept on a single mattress in front of the bed. My father was a construction worker and worked out of town most of the time. We only saw him during Christmas time and Easter holidays. My mother was a domestic worker who came home late in the evenings. We attended a nearby Afrikaans medium school. I was the middle child of the four children and the older sister of them. When I was in standard two, I had to come home to cook for our family. I remembered standing on a crate to be able to reach the stove. Most of the time, I looked after my younger sister who stayed at our grandma during my school time. I had no one to ask me about my schooldays, if I had homework to do or is there, anything needed for school the next day. I cannot remember ever studying for tests, and was always in trouble for not having homework done the next day. I had no one to talk to or to share my feelings. I became scared for learning because my parents were illiterate …show more content…
I suffered in my junior school years for not having a cognitive and linguistic development on my mother tongue and my first additional language. Vygotsky’s theories ( ) of social constructivism, were not developing in me. I had not develop enough vocabulary, self-regulation, zone of proximal development, mediation scaffolding and struggled emotionally with none