"I CRIEd 4 MY BROTHER 6 TIMES" (part 4)

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"I CRIEd 4 MY BROTHER 6 TIMES" (part 3)

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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 brother?"

 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 is?"

 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 one."

 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 hand.

 That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.



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"I CRIEd 4 MY BROTHER 6 TIMES" (part 2)

 (cont')

 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 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 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!"


 (cont')

"I CRIEd 4 MY BROTHER 6 TIMES" (part 1)

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 repeatedly.

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


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