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 studies 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 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 studies; if not; he will not be able
to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had
decided to further my studies 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 studies 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 are suffering from 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 day 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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