This story may have happened in your life ..I was born in a very remote mountain hamlet. Dayafter day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil, and backtheir faces to the sky.I have a sister, three years younger than me.Once, to buy a handkerchief in which all the girls inaround me seemed to take it, I stole fifty cents frommy father's drawer.My father immediately noticed. He made my sister and I knelt in front of the wall,with a bamboo stick in his hand."Who stole the money?" He asked. I was stunned, tooafraid to speak. Father did not hear anyone claim, soHe said, "Well, then, you two should be beaten!"He lifted up the bamboo stick in the air.
Suddenly, my sister grabbed his hand and said, "Dad, I did it! "Long pole struck my brother's back repeatedly. Fatherso angry that he kept on whipped until heout of breath.Afterward, he sat on the bed brick and scold us,"You have learned to steal from the house now, what other embarrassing thingswould you do in the futurefuture? You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief! "That night, mother and I hugged my brother in our arms. His body wasfull of wounds, but he did not shed a tear drop. Inmiddle of the night, I suddenly startedbawl. My brother covered my mouth with his little handand said, "Sis, do not cry anymore. Everything isto happen. "I still hate myself for not having enoughcourage to admit. Many years have passed, but the incidentstill looked like it was yesterday. I never willforget the look of my sister when she was protecting me. Back then, my brother was 8years. I was 11.
When my brother was in his final year in junior high school, he graduated togo to high school in the district center. At the same time, I receivedto enter into a provincial university. That night, father squattedin the yard, smoking, packet bywrap. I could hear him, "Both our childrenresults are so good ... so good results ... "Mother wipedflowing eyes and sighed, "What's the point?How can we possibly finance both of them? "At that moment, my brother walked out to the front of his father and said,"Dad, I do not want to go back to school anymore, I have enough to readmany books. "Dad waved his hand andhit my brother on his face. "Why do you have a soul that is sodamn weak? Even if it means I have to beg on the streetsI'll send you both to finish! "And sothen he knocked on every house in the village to borrowmoney. I stuck out my hand as soft as I can to my brotherswollen, and said, "A boy should continueschool, otherwise he would never leave the abyssthis poverty. "I, in turn, has decided to no longerwent to university.Who would have thought the next day, before dawn, my brotherleft home with a few clothes and a little shabbydry beans. He slipped into bed and sideleave a piece of paper on my pillow: "Sis, go touniversity is not easy. I will go find a job and send money. "I held the note on my bed, and cried with tears streaming down until I lost my voice.That year, my sister aged 17 years. I'm 20.With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brotherearned from carrying cement on his back at the construction site,I finally get to the third year(At university).
One day, I was studying in my room, whenmy roommate came in and told, "There's a villagerwaiting for you out there! "Why is there a villager looking for me? I walked out,and saw my brother from afar, the whole body is dirty, covered with dustcement and sand. I asked, "Why do not you tellmy roommate that you are my brother? "He replied, smiling," Seehow I looked. What would they think if they knewI am your brother? What they will not laugh? "I feeltouched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept the dust frommy sister everything, and insulated-bulkhead in my words, "I do notmatter what people say! Whatever you are my brother too! You'remy sister no matter how you look. .. "From his pocket, he pulled out a hairpin-shaped butterfly.He put it to me, and went on to explain, "I saw all the city girls wear them.So I think you also have to have one. "I can not restrain myself any longer. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried.That year, he was 20. I'm 23.
The first time I took my boyfriend to the house, broken windows have been replaced, and look clean everywhere.After my boyfriend came home, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother."Mom, you do not have to spend so much time tocleaning the house! "But she said with a smile," It isbrother who went home early to clean the house. Have you notsee the wound on his hand? He was injured when installing windowsnew .. "I entered the small room my sister. Looking at his thin face, stabbed me feel a hundred needles.I put some ointment on the wound and the wound mebalut."Does it hurt?" I ask."No, not sick. You know, when I worked at the siteconstruction, the stones fell on my feet all the time. In fact itdoes not stop me from working and ... "Amid the sentence, he stopped.I turned my back, and tears streamed down my face.That year, my brother was 23. I was 26 years old.
When I married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband and Iinviting parents to come and live with us, butthey do not ever want to.They say, once left the village, they will not knowwhat to do. My brother did not agree as well, said, "Sis,Just keep in-law.I'll take care of mom and dad here. "My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brotherget a job as a manager in the maintenance department.But my brother rejected the offer.He insisted on starting work as reparation.One day, my brother was on a ladder to fix acable, when he got electrocuted, and was hospitalized.My husband and I went to visit him. Seeing a white cast on his leg,I grumbled, "Why do you refuse to be manager?Managers will never have to do something dangerous like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury.Why do not you listen to us? "With a serious look on his face, he defended his decision."Think of brother-in-law-he just became the director, and I almost did noteducated. If I became the managerit, what kind of news will be delivered? "My husband's eyes filled with tears, and then out the words thatsingle-word: "But you lack in education as well as me!""Why talk about the past?" My brother took my hand. Yearthat, he was 26 and I 29.
My sister then aged 30 when he married a peasant girlof the village. In his wedding reception, the master of ceremoniesasked him, "Who do you most respect and love?" Withoutthinking, he answered, "My sister."He continued by telling a story that evencan not remember. "When I went to elementary school, he is atdifferent hamlets. Every day my sister and I walked for twohours to go to school and back home.One day, I lost one of my gloves.My sister gave one of his possessions. He only wore one and walk so far.When we got home, her hand was shaking because of the weatherso cold that she could not hold his chopsticks. Since that day,I swear, as long as I'm still alive, I will keep my brother andgood to him. "Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me.The words I spoke out my lips so hard, "In my life, people I'm most grateful for is my brother."And in this happiest occasion, in front of the crowdThis celebration, tears streaming down from my face like a river.Hopefully Helpful
