我酸楚而又幸福的童年 My sour but happy childhood

In the past two days, the matter of a boy hiding his two-month-old sister in a bag to take to school has become a hot topic.

I can understand the feelings of this brother, he loves his sister too much, the brother feels happy and proud because he has a sister, and can't help but show it off to others, although the brother's action is a little radical and inappropriate, but this will become the best memory of the brother and sister's life.

I have a sister, too, and I love her very much. Before I was seven years old, my sister and I lived with my father and mother. My mother was seriously ill and finally couldn't work, so she rested at home. My father went to school about three miles away from home every day.

As early as I can remember, my mother could hardly do anything, barely warm up cooked dishes for us to eat, let alone take care of us.

So, my father trained me to help my mother do some simple tasks, such as using small containers to bring water to the river, washing vegetables, washing small socks, sweeping the floor... The most important thing was to take good care of my sister, even though she was a year younger than me.

I was a strong sense of responsibility, where to hold my sister's hand, go to the toilet together, sleep a bed... Feeling like a little adult, taking care of my sister is the biggest thing I have to do every day.

One day, when I was five years old, my mother was not feeling very well, so my father took my sister and me to his school so that my mother could rest at home.

My dad made me sit with my sister in my first-grade classroom and listen to one of the teachers. I was so distracted, my sister slipped out, I didn't know.

After class, I found that my sister was missing, so I went out to look for her. I don't know why I didn't go to my father at that time.

At that time, I thought that my sister should be home, so I followed the road home to find. The way home is a road along the river, while I walk, while looking around, the focus is to see the river and the river, because my sister likes to play with water, once fell into the river because of playing with water, almost did not, I am very worried that she lost or fell into the river.

I kept walking, kept looking, almost home, did not find my sister, anxious and tired. Suddenly, a big Wolf dog of the neighbor's came out, bared his teeth and shouted at me, and pounced viciously while barking...

I don't remember anything after that, because I fainted, and when I woke up again, it was two days later.

Listen to the family said, in order to save me from the coma, two days, the family tried everything, Chinese medicine and Western medicine are looking for, people said there is no good way.

Later, Grandma woke me up with the local method of calling out the soul. It is to use a red rope, put one end in my hand, and take the other end out to the kitchen stove (later I heard that my family said that my soul was scared away, and I asked the kitchen God to help find it). Then in the dead of night, let the family lie down, no movement, the door can not be closed, leave a gap. Grandma took the lantern, went to the place where I was scared to faint, and called my nickname while walking, let me go home with her...

Grandma came and went back and forth several times like this, and then went home to sleep, until dawn the door was left a gap, said to let my soul back.

Perhaps it was Grandma's sincerity that touched the kitchen God, and when it was almost noon the next day, I really woke up.

When I woke up, did I remember to ask my sister if she was back? It turned out that my sister went out of the classroom that day and was taken to eat cookies by a female teacher.

My mother wouldn't let me and my sister go to my father's school again until I was six years old, when my mother died.

After Mom died, my sister and I stayed with grandma. My sister was only five years old at that time, and I felt that she was so small and pathetic. She was not a talkative, mother's death made her even less talkative, only occasionally saw her talking to the wall, but I could only silently watch her on the side...

We three sisters are lucky to have grandma all the way to take care of the growing up, but also thanks to the company of sister and sister, to alleviate a lot of our mother's day and night miss the bitter, now often think of it, I will burst into tears.

Now, my sister and I are adults, whenever I see my sister, I will think of the days that have survived together, vividly, sour and happy!

这两天有个男童把两个月大的妹妹藏进书包带去学校的事成为热点。

我非常能理解这个做哥哥心情，他太爱妹妹了，哥哥因为有个妹妹而感到幸福和自豪，情不自禁地要向别人炫耀一下，虽然哥哥做法有点激进且欠妥，但这将成为兄妹俩这辈子最美好的回忆。

我也有个妹妹，我也非常爱她。在我七岁之前，我和妹妹跟爸爸妈妈生活在一起，妈妈得了重病，最后无法工作，就在家休息，爸爸每天要去距离家三里左右的学校上班。

我记事比较早，我就记得妈妈几乎什么事也做不了，勉强能把熟菜热一下给我们吃，更不用说照顾、看管我们了。

于是，爸爸就培养我帮妈妈干一些简单的活，比如用小容器到河边提点水、洗菜、洗洗小袜子、扫地……最重要的是要把妹妹照顾好，尽管妹妹那时比我小一岁。

我那时责任心可强了，到哪里都要牵着妹妹的手，上厕所都是一起去，睡觉一个被窝……觉得自己是个小大人，照看好妹妹是我每天要做的最大的事了。

在我五岁那年有一天，妈妈身体特别不舒服，爸爸就带上我和妹妹去他的学校，好让妈妈在家休息。

爸爸让我带着妹妹坐在一年级教室里，听一位老师讲课。我听的出神，一不小心妹妹溜出去了，我都不知道。

下课后，我发现妹妹不见了，就出来找，不知道当时为什么没去找爸爸。

我当时心里就认为妹妹应该是回家了，于是，我就沿着回家的路找。回家的路是沿着河边的一条路，我一边走，一边四处看，重点是看河边和河里，因为妹妹喜欢玩水，曾经因为玩水掉过河里，差点没了，我很担心她走丢了或者掉河里去。

我就一直走，一直找，快到家了，也没找到妹妹，又急又累。突然，邻居家的一条大狼狗窜出来，对着我龇牙咧嘴大叫，边叫边恶狠狠地扑了过来……

后来的事我就什么也记不得了，因为我吓晕了过去，等我再次醒来时，已经是两天后的事了。

听家人说，为了把我从昏迷中救醒，两天里，家人想尽了办法，中医西医都找了，人家都说没有好办法。

后来，姥姥用当地喊魂的土方法把我唤醒的。就是用一根红绳子，一头放在我手里，另一头牵出去，通到厨房灶台那里（后来听家人说我的魂被吓丢了，是求灶神帮忙找）。然后在夜深人静的时候，让家人都躺下，不能出动静，门不能关死，留条缝隙。姥姥则提着马灯，去我被吓晕过去的地方，一边走一边叫着我的小名，让我跟她回家……

姥姥就这样来来回回数次，然后才回家睡觉，直到天亮门都是留条缝隙的，说是好让我的魂回来。

或许是姥姥的诚心打动了灶神，等到第二天快中午的时候，我真就醒了。

我醒来后，还记得问妹妹回来没？原来当天妹妹出了教室，被一个女老师带着吃饼干去了。

后来，妈妈再也不让我和妹妹去爸爸学校了，直到我六岁时，妈妈去世。

妈妈去世后，我和妹妹跟着姥姥过。妹妹那时才五岁，感觉她好小，好可怜。她本来就不爱说话，妈妈的死让她更不爱说话了，只偶尔看见她对着墙自言自语，可我却只能在边上默默地看着她……

我们姐妹仨幸亏有姥姥一路悉心呵护着长大，也幸亏有姐姐和妹妹的陪伴，才减轻不少我们对妈妈的日夜思念之苦，现在每每想起来，我都会泪流满面。

如今，我和妹妹都成年人了，每当我看到妹妹，就会想起那段曾经一起熬过来的日子，历历在目，酸楚而幸福！

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