Sibling love

[pegasus1010]

> I was born in a secluded village of a mountain. Days by days my

> parents

> plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs facing the sky.

>

> I have a younger brother, 3 years younger than me. Once, to buy a

> handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to have, I stole 50

cents

> from my father's drawer. Father knew about it right away.

>

> He made my younger brother and me kneeled against the wall, with a

> bamboo

> stick in his hand. Who stole the money?" he asked.

>

> I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Father didn't hear any of us admit,

> so

> he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"

>

> He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped

> father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long

stick

> smacked on my brother's back repeatedly.

>

> Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost

> his

> breath.

>

> After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You

> have

> learnt to steal from your own house now, what other embarrassing

things

> you will do in the future?? You should be beaten to death! You a

shameless

> thief!"

>

> That night, mother and I hugged my brother. His body full of injuries,

> but

> he didn't shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of

sudden I

> cried out loudly.

>

> My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now

> don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."

>

> I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I had

> done.

>

> Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened

> yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he

> protected me. That year, my brother was 8 years old; I was 11 years

old.

>

> When my brother was in his last year of his lower secondary school, he

> was

> accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same

time, I

> was accepted into a province's university.

>

> That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I

> could hear him say, "Both our children have good results? very good

> results?"

>

> Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we

> possibly finance both of them?"

>

> At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and

> said,

> "Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough

> books." Father swung his hand and slapped brother on his face.

>

> "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means that I have

> to

> beg for money on the streets, I will

> send you two to school until you both finish your study!"

>

> And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow

> money.

>

> I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brother's swollen face, and

> said, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to

> leave this depths of poverty."

>

> Me, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study to

> university.

>

> Who knows on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with

> a

> few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to the

> side of my bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, get into an

university

> is not easy. I will go find a job and send money to you."

>

> I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my

> voice.

> That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the

money

> father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned

from

> carrying cement on his back at construction site, finally, I managed

to

> get to the third year of my study in the university.

>

> One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told

> me,

> "There's a villager wait for you outside!"

>

> Why was there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my

> brother

> from afar, His whole body was dirty, covered by dust, cement and

sands. I

> asked him, "Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my brother?"

>

> He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think

> if

> they know that I am your brother? Don't they laugh at you?"

>

> I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dusts from

> my

> brother's body. And said with a lump in my throat, " I don't care of

what

> people say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"

>

> From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He wore it on me,

> and

> said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you

should

> also

> have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother

into

> my arms and cried and cried. That year, my brother was 20 years old; I

was

> 23 years old.

>

> The first time I brought my boyfriend home, the broken window had been

> repaired. And it looked so clean inside the house. After, my boyfriend

> went home, I danced like a small girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you

> don't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she said

> with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the

house.

> Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He was injured while replacing

the

> window."

>

> I went into my brother's small bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I

> felt

> like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I put some

ointment

> on his wound and bandaged it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it

> doesn't hurt. You know, when I was working in the construction site,

> stones falling on my feet all the time. Even that could not stop me

from

> working?"

>

> In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and

> tears rolling down my face. That year, my brother was 23 years old; I

was

> 26 years old.

>

> After I got married, I lived in the city. Very often, my husband

> invited

> my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said,

once

> they left the village,they didn't know what to do. My brother also

didn't

> agree, he said, "Sis, you just taking care of your parents-in-law. I

will

> take

> care of mum and dad here."

>

> My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to

> get

> the job as the manager in the department of maintenance. But, my

brother

> rejected the offer. He insisted on starting to work as a repair

worker.

>

> One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when

> he

> got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I

visited

> him. Looked at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you

> reject to be a manager? Manager will not do something dangerous like

> this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why you didn't want to

> listen to us?"

>

> With a serious expression on his face, he defended on his decision,

> "Think

> of brother-in-law? He just became the director, and I almost

uneducated.

> If I became the manager, what kind of rumors will fly around?"

>

> My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack

> in

> education also because of me!" "Why talking about the past?" My

brother

> held my hand. That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.

>

> My brother was 30 years old when he married a farm girl from the

> village.

> In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies

> asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the most?"

>

> Without thinking, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a

> story I could not even remember. "When I was in primary school, the

school

> was in different village. Everyday, my sister and I walked for 2 hours

to

> go school and go home. One day, I lost one of my pair of gloves. My

sister

> gave me one of hers. She only wore one glove and walked for so far.

When

> we got home, her hand was so trembled because of the weather that was

so

> cold that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I

> swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and be

good

> to her."

>

> Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attentions to me.

> Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my whole life, the

one I

> would like to thank the most is my brother," And in this happy

occasion,

> in front of the crowd, tears rolled down my face again.

>

> Love and care for the one you love every single day of your life. You

> may

> think that what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it

> means a lot.

>

indeed a touchin story,esp sacrifices that changes one's course of

life...In

this materialistic world, all of us r just trying to fight the best for

ourselves, who could we blame but ourselves? if only everyone is doing

their

own parts, the world wld be saved!

hugs

[patrick123]

Very touching indeed.

[minsmarine]

Thank to god, I have no sister....

Otherwise I will still have to live in a village

Such a true love and it could be real in our life.