My dear brother:
This is the first time I have written to you. I can't show it to you yet. I won't read it until you graduate from high school.
Brother, you know what? You were born when I was thirteen.
Still remember that day when my sister came home from school at noon, I was so hungry that I looked everywhere for my mother to have anything to eat. There was no mother with a big belly in the yard, living room or kitchen. I accidentally found my mother lying on the bed in the bedroom. I lifted the ancient red-and-black checked mosquito net. I was startled and there was a little one beside my mother. I took a look, there was still a little blood on my head, and the ground was as messy as the delivery room, because at that time the pregnant women in the village invited the midwives to deliver the babies at home.
I walked out of the bedroom in fear. When I looked strange, I actually met the eldest brother who seldom came home when he was studying in the county seat. He asked me happily: Hua, my mother gave birth to a younger brother. Did you see it? So cute!
Brother, what a strange noun, what a dreamy existence! I have a brother, I have become a sister, originally ranked the youngest I also upgraded! I became a sister, I seem to forget how to describe my mood!
After lunch with excitement and strangers, I was responsible for washing the second-hand baby clothes my mother brought from relatives under the arrangement of my eldest brother. Originally excited about how easy to wash the baby clothes, so small, even if more can be washed at once, a piece of cake. However, a small bag of clothes was poured into the big washbasin, and it seemed that I could not finish washing, and it seemed that I could not count how many pieces. By the time I finished washing clothes, it had already been more than an hour, and in a twinkling of an eye, it was time for me to go back to school. Facts have proved my naive ideas wrong.
In retrospect, your arrival is still the pride of my sister, so that I learned to rely on my elders can also become your dependence.
When you were young, my parents gave you all the love they originally gave me. I took you all the time outside of school. Just like that time, I came out of the yard with you, who was less than one year old, and accidentally tripped over the threshold. But I held you tightly on me, and I was hurt under you. My parents came and picked you up and coaxed you sadly, and then gave me a ferocious rebuke.
I remember that one year, my brother and sister went to study in the city, and my father worked away from home, leaving you, me and my mother at home. At that time, you were not three years old. Once my mother suddenly fell ill and was seriously ill. She was hospitalized for a week. My uncle and aunt went to the hospital to take care of my mother, and the old aunt came home to help. You always cry for your mother before night, and you only recognize your sister, asking me to hug you and cry as soon as you put down the bed. Several times I almost carried you around all night to coax you to sleep. I held on until my mother came back from the hospital, and I fell ill. I got tuberculosis. I stopped school for a year, injection, medicine and other treatments at home, even so I still feel happy and proud to have you as a brother!
As time goes by, as you grow up, your parents become more and more strict with you, and you are always wayward and naughty, completely ignoring the basic requirements of your parents. Now that you are 16 years old, your naughty willfulness often leads to lessons from your parents, even beating and scolding. Every time I am very distressed, I will stop you from being beaten when I am there, but I am married and spend less time at home. I can only feel sad in my heart when I know that you have been beaten, and I blame myself because I can't help you.
Brother, my parents love you, but when you grow up, they have changed the mode of love in the past.
In fact, I blame Sister. When you were ten years old, I got married early, left home, and failed to accompany you, take care of you, and guide you, which led to a lot of capriciousness and love from my parents.
Brother, I'm sorry! Our brothers and sisters are all married, each drifting for a living, leaving you and your mother at home, and my father is away all the year round. When we come back occasionally, we only listen to my mother's one-sided words about you and beat you and scold you. I am very distressed, except to tell my parents on the phone not to call you and scold you and how to communicate with you and how to educate you correctly, but failed to go home to protect you. I'm sorry!
I know your mood and the reasons for your rebellion. Dad has made you a left-behind child all the year round, staying at home alone with your mother, and there is no one to tutor in your studies. Dad not only does not understand your feelings, but will only blindly ask you how your grades should be. If you don't do anything, you will hit you, so you chose to rebel in the lack of sense of security.
Brother, now you are 16 years old, and you have been beaten a lot in the past six years since my sister got married. I hope you will understand early, understand your parents' love and helplessness in life, and study hard so that your parents can be more happy, and you will suffer less flesh and blood. I can also feel less heartache and worry.
Brother, as long as you are sensible, everything will be better, life will be extremely happy!
Come on, brother! I will always love you! I believe that you will be the pride of your parents in the future!
Author / Aiko
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