I Cried for my Brother 6 Times

Somebody emailed me this story today, I was so touched that I cannot control my tears to fall down, read on:

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day 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 kneel 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 learned 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 I didn’t have 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 heard 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 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  studies. 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 in the 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, getting into a 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.

With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at construction sites, 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 with dust, cement and sands. I asked him, “Why  didn’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  put 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.
 
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 fall 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 roll down my face.
 
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26.
 
When 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 to.
 
They said, once they leave the village,they don’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 in his factory. We wanted my brother to get a job as a 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 top of a ladder  repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital.
 
My husband and I visited him. Looking at the white  gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,”Why did you reject to be a manager? A 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’m 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 talk about the past?” My brother held my hand.
 
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29.
 
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 to 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 trembling 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 roll down my face again.
 
Love and care for the one you love every single day 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!

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  1. Jong

    Me too kaka, i cried a thousand tears…




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