Dad was satisfied with my answer and didn't burn cigarette scars on me when he drank any more.
The eve of the storm is always calm.
Dad was informed by the village chief to go to the police station to pick up my younger brother.
It wasn't until the next morning that Dad brought my younger brother back.
As soon as Peter entered the house, he angrily scolded my mother, "It's all your fault. Why didn't you buy me those brand-name shoes?"
"I have nothing to show off in front of them, so I had no choice but to go out and sleep with a prostitute!"
Dad took several puffs of his cigarette before slowly explaining, under Mom's anxious gaze, "He slept with a girl who demanded compensation from our family before she was willing to drop the charges at the police station."
Mom stomped her foot in distress, "This won't do. Peter could go to college and will become an official in the future. How can he go to jail?"
In the end, we compensated the girl with ten thousand dollars, and my little brother finally got to wear the branded shoes he had been longing for.
I was very envious.
Mom said that new clothes and shoes were only worthy of my little brother, and I could wear the ones she no longer wears.