This is a very touching story that won my tears.. Got it from a forwarded email.. Please appreaciate the siblingship that you have now..
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by
day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs toward the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I
wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one
day I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father had discovered about the
stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo
stick in his hand.
"Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk.
Neither of us admitted to the fault, 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 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 be d and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal
from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly
doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from
the beating but he never 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 did.
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 and I was 11 years old.
When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an
upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a
university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking,
packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children,
they 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 my 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 have both finished your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money.
I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother’s swollen face, and told
him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to
overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university.
Nobody knew that 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 my side of
the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is
not easy. I will go find a job and I will 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 the money my brother
earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I
managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,
"There’s a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His
whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why
did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will
they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won’t they laugh at
you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and
dust from my brother’s body. And told him with a lump in my throat, "I
don’t care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your
appearance is?"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair 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.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.
I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my
boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I
danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn’t have to
spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me 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 hurt his hand while he was replacing the window." I went into my
brother’s bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of
needle pricked in my heart.
I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it
hurt?" I asked him. "No, it doesn’t hurt. You know, when at the
construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me
from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back
on him and tears rolled 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. Many times my husband invited my
parents to come and live with us, but they didn’t want. They said, once they
left the village, they wouldn’t know what to do.
My brother agreed with them. 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 asked my brother to accept
the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother
rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
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 at the hospital. Looking at the white
gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a
manager? Managers won’t do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, you
are suffering a serious injury. Why didn’t you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of
brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would
become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband’s eyes
filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only
because of me!"
"Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he 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.
During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is
the one person you respect and love the most?" Without even taking a time
to think, 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 a different village.
Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One
day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She
wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were
trembling because of the cold weather 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 will always be good to her."
Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to
me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to
thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion, in front of the
crowd, tears were rolling 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!
For my brother and sister.
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