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Post by sentinel on Tue 10 May - 3:43

please bare with the grammar ha..
but im sure you will understand the
story... The story is so touching that I feel
like
crying...something i can relate
to...pls read 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 happen! ed 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
sen! d 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 cons!
truction 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
contin! ued 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! :kileg: :
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Post by nerol09 on Wed 11 May - 2:22

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GRABE UNG MGA DINANAS NG BROTHER NYA JUST FOR HER SISTER..SAN KAYA AKO MAKAKAKITA NG GANYANG TAO SA NGAYUN...

BAHALA NANG WALANG WALA UNG BROTHER NYA KAHIT ANU PANG MANGYARI SA BUHAY NYA PERO PAG PINAG USAPAN SISTER NYA GAGAWIN NYA LAHAT JUST TO MAKE FINE AND GOOD OF HER SISTER...


I'm happy to be single..

Waiting for someone to come..

That love me for who I am not for What I am..


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