My friend calls me Dreamer and this post is dedicated to him xoxo
My brother had a fire incident when he was really young and had this habit of talking about it in front of family friends and accusing me of causing the fire. So we were in an abandoned yellow bus in a junk yard where my brother was telling this story to his friends. I was used to it by now. So, I was just listening to the familiar words and nodding along.
We got down from the bus at some point and my mum was standing somewhere in the junkyard. A woman walked up to her and they started talking. This woman said the incident happened in 1994 (I was eavesdropping). I butt in saying it happened probably in 1999 because I definitely wasn’t alive in 1994. This woman said she never forgot the date because her kid was also involved.
It wasn’t adding up anymore cos tell me why my brother will be connoting such lies against me. To the point where I had a vivid vision of what happened when though he said I was little and I wasn’t supposed to have a memory at that time (assuming I was there).
I was just looking all confused like……👀 Very mad something.
You’re a strange strange being
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Ikr 😅
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