I moved away from home when my bro was young.
It wasn’t easy for me to go, however I had to.
My dream was to become a script writer, and that wasn’t possible in a small town. I worked so many new jobs to save enough money, got on the bus, and left to start a new life. Dad called me every night for the first month to make sure I was okay. At times my bro would stay on the iphone and be silent, which almost broke my heart. I worked as a production manager for some time until I got a chance. The movie I was working on needed some help with the plot and that’s how my work began. I managed to gain quite a bit of cash from that and other recurring tasks. My bro went to university near me and then lived with me. It was weird seeing him older. Suddenly my brother could drink, drive and legally smoke marijuana. The first time going into the cannabis dispensary with him was weird. But, my sibling had been dealing with anxiety for years. Apparently weed is entirely superb for treating that. My brother actually has a legal medical marijuana script to take cannabis flower and oil. I appreciate smoking weed just to get high. So he was entirely the more okay 1 here. It was like the holidays had come early. My sibling and I were able to connect again through cannabis. Every weekend we pop over to the cannabis dispensary to pick up some products. Sometimes we even hung out in the vape lounge for a bit.