"Sad story of a brother struggle". Sharma Recommend I am a little girl who was born in a remote village, work every day my parents are with the driver. I also have a brother named David, he's a different sister 3-year-old me. This story and the story of my sister who may be sad and touching for me.
One day I want to buy shoes, because the shoes were old already looks torn. So at that time I stole my father's money in the drawer. But apparently my dad already knew. The father also asked me too brother ikhsan "Who stole the money the father?" his voice loud and full of emotion. But I was silent and afraid to speak, because neither of the two of us would talk eventually father said, "Well! Because you do not want to admit that there are two of you must be punished!" Suddenly the father's sister's hand and said, "Dad, I am the father who has stolen money" He did it just for me. Middle of the night I cried, but my brother wiped my tears and said, "Sister, do not cry anymore, everything has happened" At that moment I will never forget the expression sister while protecting me. That year I was 8 years old and my brother was 11, but that incident I can not forget.
When I received at school SMA Negeri, at the same time my brother also accepted for admission in renowned public university. That night when my father sitting in the yard, I heard talk father and mother "Mother Our children have very good results" said the father. And at that moment she came tears in his eyes and said, "But what is the point, not can we afford both?" Mothers with crying hoarse voice. At that moment my brother walked out and stood in front of my father and mother and said "Dad, I will not go to school anymore, I've graduated from high school, and I just want to work". But it looks like Dad looks angry and said, "Why do you have a lax attitude, then I will pay for you two even have to beg in the streets" and then my father would go to borrow money home to relatives and neighbors. then I came and gently touched my brother's face, and I said to her "Boys have to continue their education. If not, brother will not be able to overcome poverty we experience" said I with tears. On the other hand, I have decided not to continue school in SMA.
Nobody knew the next day before dawn, my brother left the house by leaving a note on the pillow "Brother, go to SMA country is not easy. With a high school diploma is sister would go find a job and sister will send the money to you" I was clutching paper The above my bed and cried myself to sleep.
With the money earned by borrowing father to relatives and neighbors also of the money generated from the brother who works as a cement carrier. Finally I graduated and can go to the State University once my brother wanted. That year I was 19 and my brother 22 years old.
One day I was studying in a boarding room, and then my friend came and told "there was a like a beggar looking for you out there" Why is there a beggar looking for me? out of curiosity I came out, and visible from afar looks someone who disekujur her body was covered in cement dust and dirt that turned out he was my brother. "I was asked why did not you tell my friend that you are my brother?" He replied with a smile "look how I look, what would they think if you were my brother? Do they not laugh?"
I was very touched, and tears filled my eyes. I sweep the dirt and dust from the body of my brother. And I said to her in a hoarse voice, "I do not care what people will say! You are my brother whatever your appearance" From Her bag, he pulled out a laptop. He gave it to me and said, "brother saw all the people who attend the University's wearing them. I think you should also have an" I can not help myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. I know the price of the laptop is very expensive, and he was willing to save the cost of his life just for me. That year, I was 20 years old, my brother was 23 years old.
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After I got married, I lived in the city. my husband and I invited my parents to come and live with us, but they do not want. They said that when they left the village, they will not know what to do in the city. my brother did not agree with me. He said, "Brother, you take care of her husband and in-laws alone. I'll take care of Mom and Dad here"
My husband had just been named director diperusahaannya. We ask my sister to want to accept the offer to be a manager in the maintenance department. But the sister turned down the offer. He insisted on working as a carrier semen.Suatu day, my sister very much affected by the pile of cement, wound severe enough to be sent to hospital. My husband and I visited him in the hospital. See cuts all over his body, I grumbled, "Why did you refuse the offer to be a manager? Manager will not do anything heavy like that. Now look at yourself, you suffered a serious injury. Why do not you listen to us !?" With a serious expression on his face , he defended his decision, "I think of sister-in-law, he had been in the lift so the director. If I, uneducated would be a manager, what kind of news will be delivered?" My husband's eyes were filled with tears, and then I said, "But lack of education was because of me!" And my brother simply replied "Why do you talk about the past?" While later he held my hand. That year, he was 29 years old and I am 26 years old. And a few days in the hospital my brother finally died. for a month, almost every day I wept.
Now I was at the peak of kejayaanku. In a seminar, the emcee asked me "Who is the person you respect and love?" Even without taking time to think, I replied, "My sister" I went on to tell a story I always remember. "When I was in elementary school, the school was located in a different village. Every day, my sister and I walked for two hours to schools back home. One day, I lost one of my shoes. My brother gave me his shoe. He only wearing one shoe mine, and he had to walk away. When we arrived home, his legs so trembling with suppressed pain. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I will remember my brother and will always be good to her, she who has made me successful like this. But now, my brother was dead "Applause filled up the room. All the guests turned their attention to me. I find it hard to talk but I continued, "In all my life, I want to just say thank you for the most in the sister I" croaked in front of a crowd, do not feel the tears rolling down my face again.
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