My Essay Is about what It Would Be Like to Live as an Illiterate Person

A Life of Inconvenience and Dependancy
Imagine yourself checking into a hotel. You are asked by the hotel clerk to sign your name to the register. Once again you get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You lower your head so as not to meet the salesclerk's eyes. "I'm sorry I don't know how" you sadly state. Anxiously you look around for your adult son. The clerk has called the manager over. They are whispering about what to do. You turn around to see a line of people behind you. …