Mother rang me up again.
"Did his teacher call you up?" she inquired.
"No," I replied, "I've been waiting."
"Anyway your brother was searching for his school uniform this morning."
"Is it? That's good."
"Yeah, maybe your talk to him changed his mind."
"I hope so."
"Or maybe he realised that he's running out of money and it is not so easy to look for a job."
"Has he been trying?"
"He has been cutting out small pieces of newspaper. Apparently he's too young to be employed."
An idea got to me.
"Let's try something. I will hold his pocket money from this weekend onwards, as a good opportunity for him to feel the pinch of not having any cash to go out and spend. But I will require you and Uncle not to pass him any money. It is the school holidays next week, and we've got a week to let him feel the pinch. Perhaps he may then decide to really go back to his studies."
"I am worried that he will turn to something illegal. All the friends that he's been mixing with," she lamented.
I kept silent.
"When I talk to him, he doesn't bother to reply. He talks a little to Uncle. Since young, he has not been close to me."
I kept silent again. I knew why.
And I remembered what I used to feel.
I used to think that it was her retribution; for all the bad that she has done.
But I no longer feel that way.
There is no point to hate. Just let it all go.
"Let's try my idea," I stressed.
"And call me if there's anything, okay?"