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A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

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    A Simple Story of 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!"
    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 dont'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 dont'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 dont'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 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
    My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I
    said, "But you lack in education only because of
    "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

    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.

    Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire in anyway
    never underestimate the power of prayers...

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    Re: A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

    So touching...

    If only people nowadays would show this much love to their loved ones... So unconditional... So appreciative... So pure... So innocent... So much trust...

    Since now that I am married, it reminds me to think of the time when my husband first touched my heart. So that I'll continue to appreciate him... And love him and this family that we have formed.

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    Re: A Simple Story of True Love and True Care

    oh my, i nearly teared!! so touching!!
    wonder if there r any more ppl like that out there......

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