The event occured 2 years ago. I was studying in the fourth grade. My brother was studying in high school 2. I know my brother smoking. My mother was suspicious that my brother was smoking or not. My mother asked me but I answered that I did not know. Because my brother had begged me not to tell the truth to my mother. My mother stopped suspecting my brother. Time passed, one month passed. My mother knew the truth of all that happened. I remember my mother crying and hitting us. I feel guilty a lot. If I told the truth to my mother that my brother was addicted to smoking. My mother wouldn't cry and I won't get hit.
It was my bad to decide not to tell. It is a very valuable lesson. I will not do it again. I intend to learn to make my mother happy. To remove the fault , i have created a better memory for mom.