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| Thursday, July 06, 2006 |
| It touched my heart. |
2 years ago, I forwarded an email like this to a friend of mine. In which, junk mails are the last thing I read for an email.
The mail mentioned that I cried and I was wondering... what kind of email makes one cry??
I read the story again, and... I cried badly again.
What the hell is it with stories that make ppl cry.
Tell me if this story made u shed a tear.
Leave it in my comments..
On 10/23/04, Yash wrote:
> it really did touch my heart... n yes.. there were tears falling down
> my cheek...
> Yash
>
>
>
> 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.
>
> 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!"
>
> 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.
>
> My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer
> girl from the village.
>
> In his wedding reception, the master of ceremonies
> asked him, "Who is the one you respect and love the
> most?"
>
> Without thinking, 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
> different village. Everyday, my sister and I walked
> for 2 hours to go school and go home. One day, I
> lost one of my pair of gloves. My sister gave me one
> of hers. She only wore one glove and walked for so
> far. When we got home, her hand was so trembled
> because of the weather that was so cold 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 be good to her."
>
> Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their
> attentions to me.
>
> Words were so hard to come out from my mouth, "In my
> whole life, the one I would like to thank the most
> is my brother,"
>
> And in this happy occasion, in front of the crowd,
> tears rolling down my face again.
>
> 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 lot.
> Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you
> in any way! Friends Forever! |
posted by Lawrence Yash Lee @ Thursday, July 06, 2006   |
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