Yesterday, Jerry, his brother Jason and I were having a road trip. Jason was offered a job in a school, so we went to a nearby small town as Jason needs to report himself there.
During the trip, Jerry asked me why isn't my brother in this small city?
Jerry was my brother's schoolmate. So they knew each other. My brother is with my father in our village house. I am here with my mother.
I replied him with "He's with my father. Maybe my father did not let him go back, here..."
And then I realized... "Wow! We sound like siblings being separated because of a horrible divorce..."
My parents are together. My father built a new house in our village. And he lives there, to oversee the house. By village, I meant my parents' hometown... I would not say it's my hometown because I was born and raised here. But to some, hometown is where one is originated from. So when people asked me where is my hometown, I would ask them "Do you mean my hometown as in the place I was born and raised or where am I originated from?"
But I always speak like I am a child of a separated couple. I even tricked my friends into thinking I am. And I enjoy it... the prank of course, not the divorce.
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