The tornado night

New friend

His name was robin. He used to be a kickboxing coach at a local gym my dad used to go to when he was 20. Robin was also 30 years old, a good age to be a guy friend with my dad. My dad and Robin were interacting in such a way, it was almost as if they were friends in another dimension. He seemed to be quite friendly with kids. He remarked "i also bahe a kid named Wilton. He will go well with Mike!".i alsp was the loner type of kid then, so it was a great opportunity to engage with friendly talks. As we reached his house, i saw it was also in a similar condition to our house. When we entered, he welcomed us to a well-treated house, with only one single broke broken glass pane in the bathroom. It was almost perfect, but there were a few exceptions. Like a few cracks in the ceiling and walls. Along with the cracked water pipe, leaking on one side of the house. They also had a basement, so that was their emergency spot. I had also met Wilton, who looked completely different, but had a similar story. He was also a loner and he also wasn't doing as well in school. Which happened to be the same situation i had been in. He was 5 years old and I was 7 years old. Then I met his mom, Rubina. She was a Nepali, so she was the one who cooked. Even with only 3 ingredients, she can make countless recipes and dishes in a matter of a few minutes. Then, I said bye and then set back home with my family. It turns out, he is just opposite to us, so we can also visit often. Wilton was also a perfect match for being friends. I thought of it as " two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together". In childhood, we used to say that phrase quite often. Especially when something good happens and will make our lives different. We then went back home and inspected the house once more. Just in case if there was any more things we missed.