The Withered Rose (Moral Lessons: Family Short Novel) translated by Zhang Bao

I'm thinking back to what was once part of my memory. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI studied at a well-known university in Bangalore, but engineering wasn't my thing, but my dad was interested in it. He was much more interested in engineering than I was. In every family, they need a doctor or engineer. I'm not an exception either. Classes are always very boring. But before college life turned out to be better than expected. You can make a lot of friends. The two years of university life really gave me a lot of fun.

At the beginning of my third year of college, one day, my friend Robin and I were walking around campus when we saw a girl. She has a sweet face, a peaceful complexion, very calm, and very charming. The words of praise I use are indeed a true reflection of her countenance. She was fresh and elegant, with a very small face, but with large dark brown eyes. She really caught my eye at the time. She walked past me, and I thought to myself, why haven't I seen her since I've been at school for so long?

As time passed, I gradually forgot about her. To me, she's just like any other girl, but the curiosity to get to know her is already in my heart. I'm going to find her. Robin told me that he knew her because they were neighbors. I learned her name was Asrien Gomas. I live on the second street away from Robin's residence. We used to go to school together and go back to the house together. Until he introduced me to her. On that day, she was walking on the road with her schoolbag in her left hand, and the university schoolbag was tied to the other side of her body. A boy stood next to her. From the beginning, I felt that she was a kind girl with a very soft tone. There was a hint of a smile on the delicate and serious face that had just disappeared.

Later, Robin told me that she lost her mother 4 years ago and is now with her father and younger brother Kevin, who is only 10 years old. That's when I learned that the child was her younger brother. Because of his mother's untimely death, my father was hit hard and could hardly bear it. Because he is the only breadwinner in the family, he has to go out to work before the child gets up and return home after the child has gone to bed. Therefore, her father told her to take good care of her younger brother. She never let anyone else take care of her brother, but took care of it with all her heart, and she also did all the household chores in the house. Dressing my brother, washing his face, cooking, cleaning, and other things. She also drops her brother off at school and picks him up after school. Since her mother's death, she has taken over these tasks of her mother, doing her best and never complaining. In fact, she wanted to do everything for her brother that her mother was supposed to do for him. She was going to hold evening prayers with her brother at home, praying to God Almighty for "hope" and "faith."

She did more than people praised. That night I saw her with her brother near the park, and I chatted with her casually. However, I soon realized that her heart was spent on her brother, not on talking to others. She took such good care of her brother that I felt that she poured her whole heart into him.

She is not blind to the scenery around her, she is a 21-year-old girl who already has a certain life experience and a relatively deep understanding of the difficult and mysterious life. Her expression is pure and clear, and her gaze is quiet and deep. These are all reflections of her wisdom in life. As I got to know her, I grew to like her. And she admired me more, and in a short time, we have become good friends. As time went on, I began to take care of the boy. I often visit them at home. Visiting her brother. Give him some toffee and play with him.

I must admit that she is a very competent little mom. However, soon disaster befell her. Her father always came back late at night and didn't have time to take care of the children. The only thing he can do is give them money and something. So, no matter what happens, he is always not there for them. Universities are still the same, and exams are just around the corner. Everyone is busy reviewing and doing their own thing. At this time, Kevin developed a high fever and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She didn't go to school and sat on the edge of her brother's bed, praying for his condition to improve quickly. Even as my brother's condition began to improve, I could still see the unbearable pain on her face. And all I could do was find a way to comfort her. But her expression was always so worried and pessimistic. I remember what I said to her, "Walk all the way with a smile and you'll come to an island full of roses." ”

As she watched her brother recover quickly, her face turned pale day by day. She had no idea that she had been infected by her brother's germs. Despite her signs of uneasiness and fever, she didn't care. Like any mother who wants to make sure that her child is cared for in the best possible way, she continues to watch over her brother at his bedside. Completely ignoring the fact that doing so would be very dangerous for her.

Instead of her lungs, she was infected with a more severe head, and she had pneumococcal meningitis. By the time the condition was discovered, it was already too late, and she could no longer regain consciousness. I think I've already said that she's only 21 years old, yes only 21 years old. For her brother, she paid an irreparable sacrifice. She is an extraordinary answer to our values in a society that has lost its blood ties. In today's world, people can betray their families for fame and profit. And she is an exception. I remember her and admire her, although she left this world, she has always lived in the depths of my heart. She is a withered rose in the hearts of millions of people, and she is also the rose in my heart.

I've already said why I'm here here in Bangalore. Because I will never forget her inspiration and shock to my soul. I received a letter from the Bengaluru orphanage named "House of Hope" by the nuns. I was struck by the contents of the letter, which had been written by an older sister asking me to meet her. This sister, Billahand, learned my address through Robin, and she wanted me to think about it, because she knew that I had been pitying and caring for the boy. All these years, Kevin's father was an alcoholic, unable to take care of the relatives who had been all his own. He never woke up from the anesthesia of alcohol again. He rarely went home and spent most of his time in that neighborhood bar. Moreover, he spends most of his time in a state of intoxication. The neighbors finally decided to find a better place for Kevin at the "House of Hope". I'm here today to bring him to me. I wanted to give him a new lease of life because he had no one to take care of him. Back home, I want him to live with us to be loved and cared for by us. In fact, I wanted to be an older brother, a guide, a friend and all he needed in life.

Let this green signal be a new beginning and a hope for a new life. In fact, it was also a new lease on his life and mine.