Sister, in the next life, it's my turn to protect you.

That year, I cried with my sister in my arms. My sister said, I'm not afraid. My mother is gone and my sister is here. When she said this, 14 years old, I 10 years old.

We were born in a county town in a small city on the 18th line. I don't remember my own father very much. He died suddenly when I was 4 years old, because I accidentally ate something wrong.

My father is a man with a certain ability to make money, so my mother has become a full-time mother, taking care of our daily life alone.

After my father died, the family's economy plummeted, and my mother tried her best to make money to support us, but she had no skills and a weak personality, and was kicked out by others without working for a few days.

At the age of six, my mother made up her mind to remarry, and the family was really desperate. She pinned her economic hopes on her stepfather.

But her stepfather is a grumpy person. He beats her and scolds her, swearing constantly every day, but she puts up with it for all of us. Sometimes my stepfather is in a bad mood and wants to beat our sisters, so my mother rushes to help us fight and scolds us many times.

At night, mom will whisper that mom will protect you. Stepfather's income is not high, but it is enough to support us. Don't worry about my mother. Mom just wants you to grow up.

We thought my mother could really resist. Although we felt sorry for her, we were relatively relieved later. However, the sudden death of 10-year-old mother let us know that she was too bitter and tired. In those years, she had no outlet for negative emotions and had to swallow it.

I told my sister that I missed my mother, and then I burst into tears, but my sister suddenly grew up. I deeply remember that strong longing.

My stepfather kicked us out immediately after my mother died of illness. We have nowhere to go, no house and no money.

My sister tried her best to let us have a place to live in a small grocery store instead of sleeping on the street.

She was only 14 years old and began to work for others. She is not afraid of anything, and she just wants to raise my sister. I don't know how she did it in those years, how much she suffered and how much she was tired. Let's struggle to adulthood, and we survived.

Because of poor economic conditions, my sister can only graduate from junior high school. When I graduated from junior high school, my sister was almost 20. She tried her best to raise money so that I could go to senior high school.

When my sister was 20 years old, she became a salesman and began to make a lot of money. At the age of 22, my sister was able to buy a two-bedroom apartment in her hometown county. She was very happy and took me to the newly bought house. We finally had a home. That year, I was a sophomore.

A few years ago, we all lived in a damp warehouse in a grocery store, about 6 square meters. There are some miscellaneous things piled around, and the boss is not allowed to throw them away, so the actual available place is less than 3 square meters.

At that moment, we had our own house. We don't have to sleep on cardboard at night, but use old rice bags as quilts. We have our own bathroom, so we don't have to wake my sister up in the middle of the night and let her accompany me to the public toilet 500 meters away. Now that you have a kitchen, you can buy what you want to eat, put it in the refrigerator and wash your hands at any time.

My sister and I hugged and cried. It's not easy. But what I don't know is how hard my sister has worked for all this.

She sleeps for three hours every day. She doesn't read much, so she tries to make a low-key summary or ask for advice, and then write it down again and again. She vowed to become the company's sales number one, get the highest bonus as soon as possible, and then buy a house.

My sister wants me to have a good husband's family in the future, so she tries to increase the overall family economy so that I won't be looked down upon in the future.

So even with the first suite, she is still very hard. In my junior year, my sister was 26 years old. She bought a suite in the provincial capital with an area of 100 square meters, but she didn't think it was enough. She still works hard. She hopes that her family will be rich. She is too afraid that I will be wronged in the future.

When I just graduated from college, I chose to work hard in first-tier cities. My sister respected me very much and helped me buy a whole suite in a first-tier city. The apartment spent all her savings and wrote my name. She said that if she met the other half in a first-tier city in the future, she could sell this set and buy another one from him, so that I would be respected in my husband's family.

When I was 27, I met my husband. My sister said to visit him and found that he had a good personality and a high income. I can have a good life in the future. She is very happy.

A few weeks before we got married, my sister gave me a bank card of 300 thousand. She said that this is a dowry, and we have no relatives, but the dowry is necessary and decent. I cried like a crybaby.

I gave birth to a baby at the age of 29. Because my husband's family conditions are good, my sister thinks I have to have the confidence of my family, otherwise I may be wronged, because I didn't go to work and had no income during that time. In fact, even if I go to work, my income is not high. My sister bought me a 700,000 car, saying it was for the baby's birthday 100.

My husband's family really speaks highly of me, but what I don't know is that this 700 thousand is the only thing my sister has left over these years.

She didn't tell me about the loss of her business. What she has been telling me is that she has been promoted and her income is high, which makes me feel at ease.

She didn't tell me that the boyfriend she worked with was a baiwenhang. Cheat her after making money, take it with interest, and leave her with a mess.

That 700 thousand is the only money left after her company went bankrupt and liquidated. She gave it all to me just because I was not wronged in my husband's family.

She only left tens of thousands of dollars on her body for the transition of life. I know nothing about it.

I gave birth to a second child at the age of 32, and my sister gave me a red envelope of tens of thousands of dollars, hoping that my husband's family would look up to me. And these tens of thousands of dollars were already an important fund when she was sick at that time. Without this money, she can't see a doctor. She hid her serious illness from me. Because of illness, she often asks for leave, so she doesn't work long. Although she is capable, she doesn't want to get it from the company. Later, I could only do some part-time jobs, and my income was only enough to eat and wear, and there was little left.

I didn't know about it until she was sick and needed her family to sign, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

I insisted on taking my sister to my house, and my husband agreed, but my sister refused again and again. She doesn't want to be the source of my quarrel with my husband. She wants me to live a good life.

She thinks about everything for me, but refuses to think more about herself. I can't help crying again.

Finally, she couldn't stand me, but agreed to our care. Gradually, my sister changed from serious illness to mild illness, and my hanging heart was relieved.

When I was 36, my sister was 40. She found her own prince, and her brother-in-law is very kind. I cried again the day they got the license. My sister is finally taken care of. For so many years, she never relaxed, and she carried it all by herself. Finally someone can share it with her.

But why is God so cruel? My sister is just beginning to be happy. Why can't she be happy for a while?

The year before last, my sister was 43 years old. She is glad that she can finally break branches for her husband's family. After several years of marriage, she has been trying to have a child. This time, she finally had one, and she cried with joy.

Last May, my sister gave birth naturally, which was a happy day. Just now, she said that mother and son are safe. My sister gave birth to a fat son weighing more than 7 kg, but just one day later, my sister suddenly became seriously ill and was transferred to ICU, and never woke up again.

Amniotic fluid embolism. Why? Why my sister? She is only a few years older than me, but she has taken on responsibilities that she shouldn't have. She worked hard for me and lived for me. Why did she finally take her away so soon after it was her turn to live a good life?

Sister, I miss you so much.

Sister, thank you for raising me.

Sister, if there is an afterlife, I hope to be your mother, take care of you and protect you for life, so that you won't be wronged by fixed points. It's agreed that in the next life, it's my turn to protect you.