If you give me three days of light

Chapter 4 Me and My Sister
My family moved out of the vine-covered house when I was five because we had a new house that was bigger and brighter.There are 6 people in the family, father, mother, two half-brothers, and later, a younger sister, Mi Zhuli.

My father always buried himself in newspapers. This was the first and clearest impression my father gave me.That time, I walked through piles of newspapers and walked up to my father.At that time, he was sitting alone among the large newspapers that were unfolded one by one. I couldn't find his face. It turned out that his whole body was buried behind the newspapers.I couldn't guess what my father was doing. I imitated his appearance curiously, took off his glasses, hung them on the bridge of my nose, and picked up a newspaper next to me, thinking that this would solve the mystery .After a long time, I realized that my father was the editor of the newspaper and wanted to publish articles in the newspaper, so he kept writing every day.

My father is a very family-loving person, with a gentle personality, kindness and generosity.He only goes out during the hunting season, and stays with us the rest of the time.My family has described to me that my father has good marksmanship and is a shrewd hunter.Besides his family, dogs and guns are his favorite things.He was warm and hospitable, bringing a guest or two over at a time, which seemed a little too much.

He also loves to grow flowers and plants, and the gardens he maintains are his masterpieces and are often proud of them.It is said that the watermelons and strawberries he grows are the best within a few miles of the village.He also often brings some of the earliest grapes on the market and selected cherries for me to taste.Sometimes he would take me for a walk in the melon fields and fruit groves, and he would always touch me lovingly, seeing that I was happy and he was also very happy.At that time, my father's happy expression is still clearly imprinted in my mind, as if it was yesterday.

Storytelling was another specialty of my father.After I learned to write, he often used some easy-to-understand and vivid words to describe many fascinating stories that happened on my palm, which caused me to burst into laughter.When I successfully retold the stories he told, a smile of relief crept onto his face.

My father died suddenly in the summer of 1896, during the last days of my vacation in the North.He didn't suffer for very long, and the acute attack quickly took him out of my life forever.When the bad news came, I was extremely sad. This was the first time I experienced the grief of parting, and it was also the first time I realized the cruelty of death.

As for my mother, she is the one who loves me wholeheartedly and is my support. If I really want to write about her, I am really afraid that my pen will be too clumsy, so I don’t know how to talk about it.

Since I was born, the love of my parents has been with me. I never worry about food and clothing, and live a peaceful and comfortable life.However, my life and mentality changed because of the birth of my younger sister, Mi Zhuli.

For a long time, I thought she violated my rights.I began to feel unbalanced, that I was no longer my mother's only darling, and I was filled with jealousy.My mother's lap is the place where I can sit, and it is now occupied by her.Later, I gradually realized that more than half of my mother's time and care for me seemed to be divided by her.What hurts me the most is that there was an incident where I suffered a lot of shame and injustice, and I felt that my mother's love was divided.

At that time, there was a rag doll that was my favorite, and I named it Lanxie.Although I like her very much, if I am in a bad mood, she will be doomed and become my punching bag.Although she has been tortured terribly by me, among those dolls that can blink and talk, she is better than all other dolls, and she is the one I can't let go of.I often put her in the cradle, rocking her gently like a mother, imagining that she fell asleep, shaking her for more than an hour at a time, reluctant to stop.I regard Ransi and the cradle as treasures, and I never allow others to touch them.But one day, I discovered that my younger sister had taken over Lanxie's cradle.I, who was already jealous of her taking away my mother's love, saw her occupying my beloved Lanxie's cradle again, I couldn't help being furious, rushed over with full of resentment, and overthrew my sister's cradle.At this critical moment, the mother arrived in time and caught the younger sister who had fallen from the cradle with both hands, which saved her life.At that time, I had no hearing and vision, and double loneliness surrounded me tightly.Naturally, I couldn't feel the intimacy and embodied emotion that came with affectionate words and heartwarming gestures.It was not until I received education that I truly understood the value of family affection and what happiness is.From then on, I began to try to communicate with Mijuli.Although she doesn't understand some of my sign language, and I can't hear her babbling childish language, we are almost the same after all, so we often play games together and play around hand in hand.

(End of this chapter)