Today, in front of so many families, my brother actually apologized to me and my brother!
There are three sisters above the brother. Grandma prefers boys over girls. Because her parents are honest and honest, grandma is very fond of an aunt who is eloquent and observant! My brother has been suffering from disasters since he was a child, and he is also afraid of chronic hepatitis, so his parents are very spoiled by his brother. When his brother bullies us, his mother has to coax us to give in to him.
Because my brother and I are younger than our brother, we are naturally bullied by him. Once, my parents were not at home when they went to the field, and my brother was looking for trouble to beat us. My brother was so scared that he ran to my grandma's house in the neighboring village (a river separated by a river), hid under my grandma's bed. My brother chased me and pulled my brother out and wanted to beat me. My grandma was so angry that she caught my brother and gave me a lesson. When I was a child, I often coughed. Every time I coughed, my brother felt annoyed and told me to hold it in my arms. I had to cover my mouth and cough secretly. I couldn't hold it in and coughed out loud, so my brother came up and beat me. At this time, my mother would scold my brother a few words and then coax me to avoid him.
Later, when I was in junior high school, I arrived at school four times a day, ran morning exercises at 6 o'clock in the morning, got off at 7:50, and started class at 8:40 noon. Time was very tight, and I went back and forth five or six miles after school. At that time, I had no car and ran with two legs. Sometimes when my mother hadn’t cooked the meal yet, she was still very poor at that time, every household cooked ground pots, and the main food was sweet potatoes. If the time is too tight, don’t care whether the sweet potato is ripe or not, just eat it. My brother has already finished school and learned carpentry from others, and he has also gone home for dinner. When I got home, I saw that I ate first, and I would call it when I came up! He has to have a meal first! Four is not three, and patience is limited. Every time I can’t bear it, I will touch the bench and smash it, and fight him. I have never cried for this mother and scolded him a lot. My father even tied him to a tree and beat him, but it didn't work! My brother and I could hide when we saw our brother like a mouse and cat.
Although my brother is a king at home, he is very honest outside and never causes trouble.
Later something happened. On the second day after my eldest sister got married, the second sister was touched by a wooden car when she got home from get off work. Her parents went to the hospital to take care of her second sister. On that day, my brother beat me and my younger brother again. My third sister protected us and started fighting with me (because my third sister was two years older than my brother and was not taller than my brother, so my brother was not afraid of my third sister). At that time, my third sister was so angry that she kicked all the sandals to the front roof, and the steel bars as thick as my fingers were once firmly bent. Later, the neighbors made a joke and asked the third sister to hold the steel bar over again, it was no longer possible! Since fighting that fight, my brother didn't dare to beat us anymore. Every time I had a meal, my third sister gave us one serving, unlike when my mother was at home, and we were all served one serving one for each of us. My brother had to eat even though his parents were not at home. Later, after my second sister was discharged from the hospital and my parents came home, my brother saw her mother and cried, "Mom, you are the one who loves me the most!" Later, we gradually grew older, and no one mentioned the fight when we were young! After each of them got married for many years, on the day my mother was 86 years old, in front of so many relatives and juniors, my brother actually said seriously: "Oh! Brother and sister, my brother used to be ignorant and beat you a lot, thanks to you not being the same as me for so many years!" My brother said, "Well, I forgot." "Why do you mention the past? I forgot!" I also said. After all, we are brothers and sisters with blood, and we are all compatriots. Who wouldn’t have a fight with naughty sisters when we were young? Although my brother came a little late, he came well and set an example in front of those younger generations. Family affection is more than anything else! Nothing is warmer than home! Nothing is more precious than family affection!
