A couple of years ago, a woman came into our lives. Well, as a woman, she is 33 years old, but she looks 25 at the most. Or rather, she came into my brother’s life. He was a widower, madly in love with his late wife, and could not accept her death. The man who couldn’t even get close to alcohol drank heavily after her death. From this marriage my brother has a son who is now five years old.
One unfortunate day my brother, drunk, got behind the wheel and had an accident where he lost a lot of blood. Thank God he was taken to the hospital in time. But a transfusion was needed. Of course, the right blood type was not available in this godforsaken hospital and it turns out that this woman (Carrot-top, as my brother calls her) agrees to a transfusion and saves his life. I am very grateful to her for this and will thank her for the rest of my life. She was married at the time and had three children.
After my brother wakes up, the first thing he wants to see is the person who saved his life. And the moment Carrot entered the room, I realized that he didn’t look at her as his savior. That was my first suspicion.
Our family was beginning to be friends with her family. My nephew wouldn’t get away from her at all. He followed her around all the time and cried when we parted. My father gave her a luxury car, my brother got her a job. She opened her own cosmetics boutique and looked very different, for the better naturally.
In my opinion, she is a very kind, sympathetic person, but at times shy, like a child. Even when our family made almost a banquet in honor of her rescuing our brother, she acted as if she was being forcibly restrained, citing her sociophobia.
And what happens is that a year after that accident, she divorces her husband. He finds someone else and throws her and her three children out on the street, accusing her of ceasing to be a proper wife after she started working and hardly ever coming home. Naturally, we became guilty, too. She is moving into a rented apartment. We support her in every way we can during this difficult time for her. And it is true, during this time she and the children have become our family members.
Why am I telling you all this? The point is that my brother is head over heels in love with her and is going to propose to her. She, as we know, has no idea. He can put his arm around her and kiss her on the forehead, supposedly as a brother and friend, according to us and her.
My mom is shocked because she has 3 kids and my dad doesn’t mind. She supports her brother completely, knowing that he will measure seven times and cut off once before he does this or that.
And I’m confused. And I love my brother and wish him happiness, and she is very dear to us, but to take her in marriage is too much. We can’t make sense of it all.