One night I was outside smoking a cigarette and I saw an orange dot over by Mr.rick’s house. He smoked cigarettes, I knew that for sure but I could smell weed so I walked over. Turns out he smoked weed all the time but never wanted his wife to find out that he smoked it because she thought it was a horrible thing to do. Later on, his wife cheated on him, she never found out about the weed. She simply met someone at the local supermarket and started having an affair. She later moved out of the house and filed for divorce, she didn’t want money or anything, she just wanted out for reasons I don’t know.
When they first found each other and sat and spoke, my father told him about my mother’s firstborn, my other brother. My other brother had recently moved to a different city, so my father wanted to give my new(recently found) brother my old brother’s number so that they could also talk and get to know each other. Let’s call newly found brother ‘Y’ and the brother I’ve always known ‘X’. The son my father had been looking for for 30 years had been living a street away from his house, yet they never saw each other. They’d been in the same house at some point, same shops, across the street from each other, etc.