We are all sisters

Everyone is discussing the movie "My Sister" recently. The movie is reprocessed from real life, and the plot must be handled in a moving and thought-provoking way. In fact, most of us who are older sisters in the post-80s generation, especially those from rural areas, have this kind of shadow on us to some extent.

I am 3 years older than my brother. In the eyes of my mother, my brother is a child, and I am the one who can stand upright and must be able to take care of him.

When I was a child, I was thin, dark, tall, and severely undernourished. My mother didn’t say anything, she just said that it would be good if I could eat. When I came back from school and ate three steamed buns in one breath, I felt like I Mom was right. When it was my brother's turn, my mother complained every day that my brother was too thin and nutritious. In those days, as long as my family could afford calcium tablets and other nutritional supplements, my mother would buy them for my brother.

In the remote rural areas in the 1990s, when it got dark, not even a ghost could be seen on the road. There was a big window in my room facing the road. Every night, the slightest sound outside the window would scare me. I was shivering, sometimes mixed with the sound of mice touching the plastic bags of grain in the house, which was particularly awakening in the quiet night. I wanted to sleep with my mother, but my mother said that their bed could not accommodate four people. So until now, I have a habit. If I sleep outside the bed, my face must face outside so that I can sleep.

Because my parents and grandparents regard my brother as very delicate and important, I also regard him as relatively weak. When I went to my grandma’s house, which was a 10-minute journey, I carried him on my back the whole way. He is a walker, so I often see a 6-year-old girl carrying a 3-year-old baby on her back in the village. When she gets tired, she puts him down. Within 2 seconds, he stops walking. I I have to go back and carry him on my back again.

When I was eight or nine years old, I used the 28-bar bicycle at home to practice riding a bicycle. After falling down N times, I learned it on my own. But because the bicycle is too tall, my feet can only reach from under the bar to the other side and pedal 1/3 of a circle to move forward. I also had to take my younger brother, who was five or six years old, with me. I remember one time I had a competition with the children in the village to carry people forward. I took my younger brother on a bicycle. It was the first time I drove him, and as expected, I dropped him. , I don’t remember how I fell, I just remember that his nose was bleeding. I awkwardly helped him die in the ditch, and then warned him: Don’t tell my mother, or I won’t take you to play next time. After all these years, my mother really didn’t know about this.

When I grew up, until my brother was 30 years old, when my mother mentioned him, she still said: He is young, he has not grown up yet. Co-author I am now a centenarian.

?My mother has been testing me: You will definitely not want the land and house at home. Then if Shuai goes back in the future, he will have a place to stay. This is what I, as a parent, can do for my children. It's all within our power. When it comes to love and other things, he is the "son", but when it comes to money, he is the "son". In my mother's and my subconscious mind, we both have to make sacrifices for my brother.

?But they weren’t always like this.

?My brother doesn’t contact me twice throughout the year, but whenever something big happens to me, he comes over to Guangzhou as soon as possible. When something happened at home, he told my mother not to tell me and let me worry about it, and told my mother that he could handle it. My mother and I often don't talk to each other for more than a few words. He is like a little daughter. He calls my mother when he has nothing to do and cares about her. When my mother mentions him, she feels that this baby is not in vain and his pain is in vain. .

The so-called "preferring boys over girls" thoughts that I encountered intentionally or unintentionally are just a part of my growth over the past few decades, just like the air. In addition to these, I also feel the tenderness of my family towards me most of the time, which makes me willingly hope that my brother will live better than me.

This is my home, but the life of my fellow villager, Xiao Beibei, is not so lucky.

Beibei, I gave her this name, which means that in my heart, she is precious. She is 3 years older than me. She is born in the year of Ox and works hard like an ox. But in his mother's mind, she is a farm harvester or household appliance used to help with family work.

In my mother-in-law's words, she will be laughed at by the whole village.

All sisters are lucky like me: they have a good younger brother who knows how to be grateful and conscientious; they have a pair of parents who are partial but generally decent; unlucky like Beibei: they have two parents. He has a white-eyed wolf brother; he has a pair of parents who are partial and confused.

I forgot to mention that Beibei and I, our fathers, both got sick and passed away in their 40s, one after the other. So we are not sisters, we are better than sisters.

I hope that with the development of society and the progress of people's thinking, there will no longer be a difficult daughter or a difficult sister in the world.