cried for my
brother 6 times. He was 3 years younger than me. 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.
Once, to buy a handkerchief which all girls around me seemed to
have, I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father know 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 whipped 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 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 a 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 didn't have enough courage to admit what I
had
done. Years passed, but the incident still looked 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 said, "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 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 is there a villager looking for me? I walked out, and saw my
brother from afar, His whole body is 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 many 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 and.."
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. Lots of time 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 take care of
your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom 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 reparation 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 farmer 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 days of your life.
You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that
someone, it may mean a lot. Have a nice day everyone! May this
story inspire you in any way! 