This short story is an expression of the brotherly affection of a farming family who live in a lush green village with all the amenities without compromising on heritage property.
In this prosperous family there are three children, two boys and a girl. All the children were nurtured by the parents with great brotherly affection.
The parents made all the children read to their liking with all facilities.
Often all children are brought up on what it means to be affectionate. The children studied as they wished, and some went to work while some looked after the family farm. The marriage was negotiated and concluded in detail as the girl was an elder. It was followed by one marriage after another for the male children.
The girl went to her husband's house after the wedding. But the parents kept the male children as a joint family with the idea that brotherly affection should not diminish after marriage. However, the children's wives made occasional small noises, which were thwarted by the children's parents. The parents were together if they were. The parents came of age, and they too died one after the other.
There was a disagreement between the two brothers by the wives after the parents. It is high over the course of the day. At one point the thought of separation increased as the wives continued to harass, and its way was to split into two in the same house and start living separately.
During the day the two do not talk to each other. Following this, the children do not talk to each other
The wives of both brothers continued to cause separation problems. The division that began like this continues today.
Due to the selfishness of the new women who came home, their stubborn brotherly affection was separated and to this day that affection has been lost in all their generations. My request through this short story is to please the newly wedded women who think of their family as brotherly affection and walk in the house and feed the family brotherly affection and keep in mind that it does not end with your generation but for the next generation.
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