A Simple True 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!'

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 be 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

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 not 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

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 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 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

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

p/s:*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

TQ sudi baCa.. jgN luPe koMen taU =)

1 comment :

  1. citer ni touching...btapa sygnya seorang adik pd kakaknye.. :)


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