55 years ago today, around 10 o'clock in the morning, a cute little sister was added to our family.
But there is no joy at all in the family. The family is poor and crowded. The house is small and there are many people. Eight people are squeezed into two small houses.
The frail mother said feebly for a while, I can't raise this daughter anymore. When I die, I don't know whether I can support her with a white tie on my head. After a while, he said, I asked people to give it away as soon as possible...
After all, it is a brotherly relationship, and I was very reluctant to part with it, but I was stupid and was just in a hurry, so I couldn't say anything. The eldest sister and the second sister were reluctant to part with the little sister and persuaded the mother not to give it away, saying that I would wash the diapers from now on and she would grow up soon.
After lunch, my mother told me that today when my eldest brother comes back from school, you will be responsible for picking him up at the station and helping with his luggage. I agreed. However, after a while, I went crazy and forgot about it. When I remembered it, I hurried to the station. The long-distance bus had already left, and my eldest brother had already got off the bus. He walked up slowly from West Bridge with his luggage alone and dejectedly. I quickly helped him carry his luggage home.
Along the way, my eldest brother looked very ugly and said nothing. I blamed myself for being late and making him unhappy. I am more worried about being criticized by my mother. Later I found out that my eldest brother was unhappy not because of me, but because although he had graduated from a technical secondary school, he was affected by the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution and was not assigned a job.
When I got home, a very real problem faced me. How can I sleep with 8 people in the house and two beds? It turns out that when my brother was in school, my two sisters slept on the cabinet together, and my brother and I slept under my parents' feet. Now there are two more people, what should we do?
Later, my mother decided that my eldest brother and I would live with my grandparents. My grandparents had a room with a stove, a table, a vat, and a bed. It was already very crowded, but we had no choice but to build a narrow bed to the east of the door. My eldest brother and I slept crowded together on this small bed for several years.
More than half a century has passed, and the family has gradually gotten better. The eldest brother has a job and has become a cadre, and the younger sister is very smart and has passed the school. Although the parents are gone, the six brothers and sisters are still alive, and they can still interact with each other and take care of each other. Looking back on these trivial things, I feel that today's happiness is even more precious, and the love between brothers and sisters should be cherished even more!
