I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all the girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 centimes from my father’s drawer. Father had discovered the stolen money immediately. He let my younger brother and I 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 hit my brother several times in the back. The father was so angry that he whipped my brother until he lost his breath. Then he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, “You learned to fly home now. What other embarrassing things will you are 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, but he did not shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, I suddenly shouted aloud. 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 the courage to admit what I did. The years have passed, but the incident still seemed to have happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother’s expression if he protects me. This year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of school, he was admitted to a high school. 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 finance both? “At that time, my brother came out, stood in front of the father and said,” Dad, I do not want to keep learning, I’ve read enough books. “The father swung his hand and slapped my brother’s 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 studies!’ 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 my father had borrowed from the whole village and the money my brother had earned by putting cement on his back on a construction site, I finally managed to reach the third year of university. One day while I was learning 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 hundreds of needles 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.That too could not stop me from doing my job. He stopped in the middle of the sentence. I turned my back and tears ran down my face. He stopped in the middle of the sentence. I turned my back and tears ran 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 h…usband 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 manager of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer to be the maintenance manager. But my brother declined the offer. He insisted on working as a mechanic instead. 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 plaster cast 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. Every day, my sister and I went to school for two hours and returned home. One day, I lost the other pair of gloves. My sister gave me one. She wore only a glove and had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were shaking because of the cold, 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.
STORY MORAL: 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.