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love story

I Cried for My brother six times I was born in a very remote mountain village. Day after day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil, and their backs facing the sky. I have a sister, three years younger than me. Once upon a time, to buy a handkerchief which all the girls around me seemed to take him, I stole fifty cents from my father's drawer. My father immediately noticed .. He made my sister and I knelt in front of the wall, with a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?", He asked. I was stunned, too afraid to speak. Dad did not hear anyone claim, so he said, "Well, then, you two should be beaten!" He raised the bamboo stick in the air. Suddenly, my brother grabbed his hand and said, "Dad, I did it!" Long stick hit my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping until he lost his breath. Afterward, he sat on the bed brick and scold us, "You have learned to steal from the house now, what's more embarrassing things you would do in the future? ... You should be beaten to death! You shameless thief! " That night, mother and I hugged my sister in our arms. His body was filled with injuries, but he did not shed a tear drop. At mid night, I suddenly began to bawl. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "Sis, do not cry anymore. Everything has happened. " I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit. Many years have passed, but the incident still seems like yesterday. I never will forget the look of my brother when he was protecting me. At that time, my brother was 8 years old. I was 11. When my brother was in his last year in junior high school, she graduated to go to high school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted to enter into a provincial university. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet. I hear him, "Both our children are so good results ... the results are so good ..." Mother wiped her tears flowing and sighed, "What's the point? How can we possibly finance both at once? " At that moment, my brother walked out before the father and said, "Daddy, I do not want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books." Father swung his hand and hit my brother on his face. "Why do you have a soul that was so damned weak? Even if it means I have to beg on the streets, I will send you both to finish! " And so then he knocked 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 said, "A boy must continue the school, otherwise he will never leave this poverty." I, on the contrary, have decided to no longer continue to university. Who would have thought the next day, before dawn, my brother left home with several pieces of clothing worn and a little nuts that have been dried. He slipped to the side of my bed and left a piece of paper on top pillow: "Sis, get into university is not easy. I'll go find a job and send money. " I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried with tears running until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old. I'm 20. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at the construction site, I finally get to the third year (at university). One day, I was studying in my room, when my roommate came in and told, "There is a hamlet residents waiting out there!" Why is there a resident of the hamlet looking for me? I walked out, and saw my brother from afar, the whole body is dirty, covered with cement dust and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?" She replied, smiling, "Look at my appearance. What would they think if they knew I was your brother? What they will not laugh at you? " I felt touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept the dust from my brother everything, and insulated-bulkhead in my words, "I care not talk to anyone! You are my brother no matter what! You are my brother no matter how you look ... " From his pocket, he pulled out a hairpin-shaped butterfly. He put it to me, and went on to explain, "I see all the city girls wear them. So I think you also have to have one. " I can not refrain any longer. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried and cried. That year, he was 20, I 23. The first time I brought my boyfriend into the house, broken window glass has been replaced, and the clean look everywhere. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother. "Mom, you do not have to spend so much time to clean our house!" But he said, smiling, "It was your brother who went home early to clean house. Do you not see the wound on his hand? He was injured when installing new windows that .. " I entered the small room my sister. Looking at his thin face, a hundred needle felt stab. I put some mebalut saleb on his wound and the wound. "Does it hurt?" I ask. "No, not sick. You know, when I worked at the construction site, the stones falling on my feet every time. Even that could not stop working and ... " Middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back, and tears flowed freely down my face. That year, my brother was 23, I was 26. When I married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband and I invited my parents to come and live with us, but they never wanted. They said, once they left the village, they will not know what does what. My brother did not agree as well, said, "Sis, keep-in-law wrote. I'll take care of mom and dad here. " My husband became the director of his factory. We wanted my brother to get a job as a manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on starting work as reparation. One day, my brother on top of a ladder to fix a cable, when he received an electric shock, and was hospitalized. My husband and I went to visit him. Seeing the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why do you refuse to be manager? Managers will never have to do something dangerous like this. Look at you now, such a serious injury. Why You do not want to hear us before? " With a serious look on his face, he defended his decision. "Think of brother-in-law, he just became the director, and I have almost no education. If I became a manager like that, news like what's going to be sent? " My eyes filled with tears, and then get out my words that stammered: "But you lack in education as well as me!" "Why talk about the past?" My brother held my hand. That year, he was 26 and I 29. My sister then aged 30 when he married a peasant girl from the village. In the wedding ceremony, festival host asked him, "Who are you most respect and love?" Without even thinking, he answered, "My sister." He continued by recounting a story that even can not remember. "When I left elementary school, he is in a different village. Every day my sister and I berjala n for two hours to go to school and go home. One day, I lost one of my glove. My sister gave one of his possessions. He just wear one and walk that far. When we got home, her hand was trembling because of the weather so cold that she could not hold his chopsticks. Since that day, my swear, as long as I am still alive I will keep my sister and good to him. " Applause flooded the room. All guests turned their attention to me. The words out my lips so hard I said, "In my life, people to whom I am most grateful for is my sister." And in this happiest occasion, this celebration in front of the crowd, tears streaming down my face like a river.

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