
growing up i only ever heard my dad talk about 5 guys. 2 was our neighbors, 2 lived out of state, 1 was his friend that followed us to the state we’re in now. i always used to ask why he never had more friends. i understand it now as an adult. people suck and it’s hard to make friends as an adult. thats his first friend that he met in kindergarten and until i was 13 i didn’t realize that he wasn’t actually my uncle or even related to us. they always told me they were brothers and i believed it..
even though i knew both of their parents. my dad is white and my uncle is black. it took my neighbor asking me how we were related to realize that their not actually brothers. my mom is friends with that guys wife and a few people at work and honestly that’s enough for her. i’m friends with my parents and 2 people that live out of state and i have a bf and that’s enough for me