Monday, July 23, 2007

A Touching Story

I find this story very touching, it brought tears to my eyes reading it and inspiring. It is a simple story of true love and true care between siblings. Many times in life, we think that what we did may be a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.

Hope this story inspires and touch u all too..

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents
plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards 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 bed 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 ar 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.



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