After we lost our parents in a tragic car accident, my brother and I were sent to a foster home where we were mistreated. One day, he held my hand and said, “Let’s run.” We reached a railway station and boarded a train to nowhere—with nothing but hope.
Those days, newspapers were sold on the streets. My brother begged for coins, then began selling newspapers to survive. I won’t speak of the pain we endured, but it was his courage and vision that led us forward.
Today, he is 50, a successful businessman. I have two children, and I tell them: “Be to each other what my brother was to me—your shield, your strength.”
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