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in a valiant attempt not to let our blog become stagnant again... i dug this story out from the depths of my mailbox. quite a feat, dont u doubt.
> > I cried for my brother 6 times.
> > 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.
> > Does this story tinkle some sweet childhood memories on you? Have a > nice > day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!> >
ningky lived on 10:44 PM
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