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This is not my own work, i've just seen this on the other site !! An inspiring story especially to those who has a brother or a sister !!

- READ M0RE KN0W M0RE!-

A friend forwarded this

beautiful story to me. Very

inspiring*** please read and

be inspired. I was born in a

secluded village on a

mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow

dry soil with their backs

towards the sky. I have a

brother who is 3 years

younger than me. I wanted

to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me

seemed to have. So, one day

I stole 50 cents from my

father's drawer. Father had

discovered about the stolen

money right away. He made me and my younger brother

kneel against the wall as he

held a bamboo stick in his

hand. "Who stole the

money?" he asked. I was

stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the

fault, 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

my brother's back

repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on

whipping my brother until

he lost his breath. After that,

he sat down on our stone

bed and scolded my brother,

"You have learned to steal from your own house now.

What other embarrassing

things will you be possibly

be doing in the future? You

should be beaten to death,

you shameless thief!" That night, my mother and I

hugged my brother. His

body was full of wounds

from the beating but he

never 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 not having enough