True Love and True Care


A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

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!”  
H e 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 bandag e   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.

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.
Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way!

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