This is a story I got from one of the milis. Hope you guys enjoy it.
I CRIED FOR MY BROTHER SIX TIMES
I was born in a very remote mountain village. Day by day, my parents plowed a dry yellow soil with their backs facing the sunny light. I have a brother, three years younger than me.
Once upon a time, I wanted to buy a handkerchief like all the girls around me. For that, I had to steal fifty cents from my father's drawer. Father immediately realized it. He makes my younger brother and I kneeld in front of the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Who stole the money?" He said. I glued, too afraid to speak. The father did not hear anyone's confession, so he said, "OK, if so, both of you will be punished!" He raised the bamboo very high.
Suddenly, my younger brother griped my father's hands and said, "Father, I was the one who did it!" That long stick strike hard on my brother's back many times. Father was very angry so he continuously strike him with a whip until he ran out of breath. Then, he sat on the bed brick and scolded us, "If you learn to steal from the house now, what are other shameful things that you will do in the future? You deserved to be punished until you die! You ungrateful thief!"
That night, my mother and I hug my brother tightly. His body full with injuries, but he did not shed any tears. In the middle of the night, I suddenly began to cry so hard. My younger brother closed my mouth with his small hands and said, "Don't cry sister. Everything is already happened. "
I always hate myself because of not having enough encouragement to go admitting my own fault. Many years had passed, but such things still seemed just like yesterday. I will never forget my younger brother when he protected me. That time, my younger brother was 8 years old. And I was 11.
When my younger brother finished his final year in Junior High School, he was early accepted in one of the district High School. At the same time, I was also accepted in the university. That night, my father was sitting on the branch and smoked his cigarette, one and more. I heard him muttering something to my mother, "Both of our children has given good result in school. Very very good ..."
My mother whipped her tears and took a deep breath, "What's the point? How can we afford paying for both of them? " Exactly after that, my brother walked into my father and said, "Father, I don't want to continue my study. I already read too many books."
My father raised his hand and slapped my brother right on the face. "Why do you have a very weak soul? Even if I have to beg in the street I will send both of you to school! "And so then he knocked every house in the village to borrow some money. I touched my brother face gently and said, "A young man have to continue his education, if not he will never leave this poverty." I, on the other side, had decided not to continue my study to university.
No one could guess that the next day, before the dawn came, my younger brother left the house with several pieces of clothing worn and some dry beans. He was sneaking around next to the side of my bed and left a piece of paper on my pillow: "Sister, to enter university is not easy. I will go and find work to send you money." I hold the paper tightly and cried with tears streaming down and my voice had gone. That year, my younger brother was 17 years. And I was 20.
With the money my father had borrowed from all the neighbors, and the money given from my younger brother who worked hauling cement in the construction and burnt his back, I finally got to the third year (at university). One day, I was studying in my room when my roommate came and said, "There is a village guy waiting for you out there!" I'm wondering why is there a village guy looking for me? I walked out, and saw my younger brother from a distance, his whole body covered up with dirty cement, dust and sand.
I asked him, "Why didn't you tell my roommate that you're my brother?"
He replied with smile, "See how I look? What will they think if they knew I'm your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so sad and tears fell down on my face. I swept the dust from my younger brother and deliberately told him, "I don't care what people say! You are my brother! You are still my younger brother no matter how you look.. " Then he took out a butterfly hair-pin form his pocket. He put it on my hair and said, "I see all the girls in the city use this. So, I think you also need to have one." I could not stand any longer. I dragged him tight in my arms and cried again and again. That time he was 20. And I was 23.
The first time I took my boyfriend home, the broken glass windows had been replaced, and everywhere in the house looked very clean. After my boyfriend left the house, I danced like a small girl in front of my mother. "Mom, you don't have to spend so much time to clean our house!" But she just smiled and said, "That was your brother. He came arly to clean the house. Didn't you see the wounds on his hands? He was injured when replacing a new window.. "
I went to my brother's small room. Looking at his skinny face was hurting me badly. I put some cream to his injured hands and wrapped it. "Does it hurt?" I asked him. "No, It doesn't hurt me. You know, when I worked at the construction, the stones kept falling down on my feet. That wouldn't stop me from working.." He stopped his words in the middle. I turned my body so he couldn't see the tears falling down on my face again. That year, my brother was 23. And I was 26.
When I got married, I live in the city. My husband and I had invited my parents to live with us, but they did not like it. They said, once leaving the village, they didn't have anything to do. My younger brother also did not agree. He said, "Sister, just take care of your Parents in-law. I will take care of our parents here."
My husband became the director in his factory. We wanted my younger brother to be the manager in the maintenance department. But he rejected. He insisted to work as a labor worker. One day, my brother was ordered to fix an electricity cable. Unfortunately, he got the electric shock and had to go to the hospital. My husband and I went to see him. Seeing the white plaster cast on his feet, I muttered, "Why did you refuse to become a manager? Manager will never have to do something dangerous like this. See yourself now with those serious injuries. Why didn't you hear us before?"
With a serious looked on his face, he will defend himself, "Think about my borther in-law! He just became a director, and I'm not really educated. If I just become a manager like that, what kind of rumors people will think about him?" My husband eyes full with tears. Then I sobingly said "But you didn't get proper education because of me!"
"Why do you have to talk about the past?" My younger brother holded my hands. That year he was 26 and I was 29.
My brother was 30 when he married a farmer girl from the village. In his wedding, the MC asked him a question, "Who do you respect and love the most in your life?"
Without even thinking, he said, "My sister." He continued to retell the story that I couldn't even remember. "When I went to Elementary School, we went to different district. My sister and I had to walk two hours to School and then go back home again every day. One day, I lost one of my gloves. My sister gave me one of her gloves. She only used one glove for the whole trip. When we arrived at home, her hands always trembling because the weather was very cold outside until she couldn't even hold her chopsticks. Since that day, I swear as long as I still alive, I will take care of her and treat her well."
Big applause overwhelmed the whole room. All guests turned their attention to me. Words were so difficult to say out of my lips, "In my life, the person that I'm grateful the most is my younger brother." And in this most grateful opportunity, in front of all the guests, tears were streaming down from my face just like a river.
This story has really touched my heart. Haven't you guys realized that sometimes you give other people more attention and cares than to your own siblings? I know I haven't done much to my siblings. But if I can do anything, I will do it just to make my siblings happy. I wanna show them how much I love them and I want all the best for them.
I CRIED FOR MY BROTHER SIX TIMES
Once upon a time, I wanted to buy a handkerchief like all the girls around me. For that, I had to steal fifty cents from my father's drawer. Father immediately realized it. He makes my younger brother and I kneeld in front of the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand.
"Who stole the money?" He said. I glued, too afraid to speak. The father did not hear anyone's confession, so he said, "OK, if so, both of you will be punished!" He raised the bamboo very high.
Suddenly, my younger brother griped my father's hands and said, "Father, I was the one who did it!" That long stick strike hard on my brother's back many times. Father was very angry so he continuously strike him with a whip until he ran out of breath. Then, he sat on the bed brick and scolded us, "If you learn to steal from the house now, what are other shameful things that you will do in the future? You deserved to be punished until you die! You ungrateful thief!"
That night, my mother and I hug my brother tightly. His body full with injuries, but he did not shed any tears. In the middle of the night, I suddenly began to cry so hard. My younger brother closed my mouth with his small hands and said, "Don't cry sister. Everything is already happened. "
I always hate myself because of not having enough encouragement to go admitting my own fault. Many years had passed, but such things still seemed just like yesterday. I will never forget my younger brother when he protected me. That time, my younger brother was 8 years old. And I was 11.
When my younger brother finished his final year in Junior High School, he was early accepted in one of the district High School. At the same time, I was also accepted in the university. That night, my father was sitting on the branch and smoked his cigarette, one and more. I heard him muttering something to my mother, "Both of our children has given good result in school. Very very good ..."
My mother whipped her tears and took a deep breath, "What's the point? How can we afford paying for both of them? " Exactly after that, my brother walked into my father and said, "Father, I don't want to continue my study. I already read too many books."
My father raised his hand and slapped my brother right on the face. "Why do you have a very weak soul? Even if I have to beg in the street I will send both of you to school! "And so then he knocked every house in the village to borrow some money. I touched my brother face gently and said, "A young man have to continue his education, if not he will never leave this poverty." I, on the other side, had decided not to continue my study to university.
No one could guess that the next day, before the dawn came, my younger brother left the house with several pieces of clothing worn and some dry beans. He was sneaking around next to the side of my bed and left a piece of paper on my pillow: "Sister, to enter university is not easy. I will go and find work to send you money." I hold the paper tightly and cried with tears streaming down and my voice had gone. That year, my younger brother was 17 years. And I was 20.
With the money my father had borrowed from all the neighbors, and the money given from my younger brother who worked hauling cement in the construction and burnt his back, I finally got to the third year (at university). One day, I was studying in my room when my roommate came and said, "There is a village guy waiting for you out there!" I'm wondering why is there a village guy looking for me? I walked out, and saw my younger brother from a distance, his whole body covered up with dirty cement, dust and sand.
I asked him, "Why didn't you tell my roommate that you're my brother?"
He replied with smile, "See how I look? What will they think if they knew I'm your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so sad and tears fell down on my face. I swept the dust from my younger brother and deliberately told him, "I don't care what people say! You are my brother! You are still my younger brother no matter how you look.. " Then he took out a butterfly hair-pin form his pocket. He put it on my hair and said, "I see all the girls in the city use this. So, I think you also need to have one." I could not stand any longer. I dragged him tight in my arms and cried again and again. That time he was 20. And I was 23.
The first time I took my boyfriend home, the broken glass windows had been replaced, and everywhere in the house looked very clean. After my boyfriend left the house, I danced like a small girl in front of my mother. "Mom, you don't have to spend so much time to clean our house!" But she just smiled and said, "That was your brother. He came arly to clean the house. Didn't you see the wounds on his hands? He was injured when replacing a new window.. "
I went to my brother's small room. Looking at his skinny face was hurting me badly. I put some cream to his injured hands and wrapped it. "Does it hurt?" I asked him. "No, It doesn't hurt me. You know, when I worked at the construction, the stones kept falling down on my feet. That wouldn't stop me from working.." He stopped his words in the middle. I turned my body so he couldn't see the tears falling down on my face again. That year, my brother was 23. And I was 26.
When I got married, I live in the city. My husband and I had invited my parents to live with us, but they did not like it. They said, once leaving the village, they didn't have anything to do. My younger brother also did not agree. He said, "Sister, just take care of your Parents in-law. I will take care of our parents here."
My husband became the director in his factory. We wanted my younger brother to be the manager in the maintenance department. But he rejected. He insisted to work as a labor worker. One day, my brother was ordered to fix an electricity cable. Unfortunately, he got the electric shock and had to go to the hospital. My husband and I went to see him. Seeing the white plaster cast on his feet, I muttered, "Why did you refuse to become a manager? Manager will never have to do something dangerous like this. See yourself now with those serious injuries. Why didn't you hear us before?"
With a serious looked on his face, he will defend himself, "Think about my borther in-law! He just became a director, and I'm not really educated. If I just become a manager like that, what kind of rumors people will think about him?" My husband eyes full with tears. Then I sobingly said "But you didn't get proper education because of me!"
"Why do you have to talk about the past?" My younger brother holded my hands. That year he was 26 and I was 29.
My brother was 30 when he married a farmer girl from the village. In his wedding, the MC asked him a question, "Who do you respect and love the most in your life?"
Without even thinking, he said, "My sister." He continued to retell the story that I couldn't even remember. "When I went to Elementary School, we went to different district. My sister and I had to walk two hours to School and then go back home again every day. One day, I lost one of my gloves. My sister gave me one of her gloves. She only used one glove for the whole trip. When we arrived at home, her hands always trembling because the weather was very cold outside until she couldn't even hold her chopsticks. Since that day, I swear as long as I still alive, I will take care of her and treat her well."
Big applause overwhelmed the whole room. All guests turned their attention to me. Words were so difficult to say out of my lips, "In my life, the person that I'm grateful the most is my younger brother." And in this most grateful opportunity, in front of all the guests, tears were streaming down from my face just like a river.
This story has really touched my heart. Haven't you guys realized that sometimes you give other people more attention and cares than to your own siblings? I know I haven't done much to my siblings. But if I can do anything, I will do it just to make my siblings happy. I wanna show them how much I love them and I want all the best for them.
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