My brother is two years older than me. We were both born in the 1970s. One son and one daughter was the standard family arrangement at that time. As the eldest son and eldest grandson of my brother, his arrival is even more joyful for the whole family. . My mother said that when I was a child, my brother was fair, fat, and had good facial features. According to today's terms, he was good-looking and very lovable. His grandparents were very happy. When I was a few years old, because I imitated the martial arts scene in the TV series "Huo Yuanjia", I used sticks to smash holes in the mud house in my hometown. My grandparents didn't blame me, but they said it was a training for strength!
Later, we came to Chaohu to take root together. Every Spring Festival, our parents would take us back to our hometown. After the New Year's Eve dinner, my grandfather always took my father and brother to burn paper money, but I was curious and couldn't even touch the paper money. That's when I realized that in the hearts of my grandparents, my brother and I were different. When there is delicious food, the elder brother chooses first; when buying fireworks, the elder brother makes the decision; when it comes to dinner, the elder brother sits next to grandpa. Even the New Year's money is different. Grandpa gave it the same, but Grandma only gave it to my brother but not to me. Fortunately, such high treatment is only available in my hometown during the Chinese New Year. When I return to Chaohu, I will get high treatment! I am smarter than my brother and have better grades than him, so my parents prefer me. And my honest brother is willing to be bullied by me: I always win in fights, and I even broke his head once, but he didn't fight back; everyone gets half the delicious food, there is no equal, and the rest is mine. ; For the popsicle tickets in the summer, for all my reasons, I definitely got more points than him; for learning stationery, I use the new ones first, and then give them to him when I don’t want to use them; I also read the little people’s books I bought first... I can’t remember too many little things. My mother said that when I was a child, I always used my brother to get ahead of me, but I also liked to play behind him. I cried when we fought, and I had to fight back to win before continuing to play. Boys' games, such as making paper treasures, playing marbles, catching crickets, and rolling hoops, were all played again and again.
When we grew up, we stopped fighting, and because of our differences in personality, we gradually drifted apart. My brother's "clumsiness" in every aspect also worries his parents. He didn't study well when he was a child. When he grew up, he had a mediocre job. He was introverted and didn't like to interact with others. We finally fell in love after being introduced by someone, and even took away my mobile phone because he was reluctant to buy it himself and wanted to save money to get married. When we got married, my family was in trouble, so I used my savings from working for a year to buy some things for him. After getting married and having children, life was not as ordinary as we expected. He quit his job because of hard work, and from then on, he embarked on an extremely difficult road to survive. Because of his limited personal abilities, his work was always unsatisfactory. He was careless and failed in financial management. All his savings were lost, and he became more and more dull.
In order to reduce the burden on my mother, I could only bring home my niece, who I had brought up since childhood. The arrival of the second baby also brought a little more joy to the already lifeless family. Life has to go on, and all my brother's faults are because he is too honest and easily trusts others. His sense of presence has been very low since he was a child. I always suppressed him and made him hide behind everything. His parents don't want to take him out as a guest because he is not sweet-talking; his parents don't want him to do anything because they think he can't do it well; his parents do everything for him and always arrange everything for him...so, While blaming him, we must also face up to the impact of the original family!
Now that we have passed our forties, the brother I called after me when I was a child has long since disappeared in my heart. I just hope that for the rest of his life, he can cherish it by himself and take more responsibilities for his family, his children, and his mother!
I am grateful to my brother for bringing me a happy childhood;
I am grateful to my brother for always being bullied by me, which made me not to be bullied by others;
I am grateful that my brother taught me life lessons one after another during my growth journey, which taught me lessons;
I am grateful that we share the same blood and continue the love of our parents.