Friday, October 8, 2004

Noble Love For A Sibling

I couldn't help but cry while I read through this forwarded message. It was so touching that I was sniffling till the last word of this article. It reminded me of the small and big things that my younger brother and sister have done and still doing for me. Most of the time, I ignore them. I cried because I felt guilty for being unappreciative. I never get to spend quality time with them and it was very rare that I ever find the time to be with them. I love my brother and sister. I know that I can depend on them even if the entire world has deserted me. So to people droppin' by my blog right now, make sure you send your love to your siblings.

Anything For My Sister

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 known 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

Father was so angry that he kept on whipped 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 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

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 didn't have enough courage to
admit what I had done.

Years gone by, but the incident still looked 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 said, "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

"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 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 is there a villager looking for me? I walked
out, and saw my brother from afar, His whole body is
dirty, covered by dust, cement and sands. I asked him,
"Why don't you tell my roommate that you are my

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

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

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 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 falling on my feet
all the time. Even that could not stop me from
working and?"

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. Lots of
time 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 mom 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
reparation 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

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.
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

"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 rolling down my face again.

Love and care for the one you love every single
days of your life. You may think what you did is just
a small deed, but to that someone,
it may mean a lot.

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