Tyrone spent a long time telling me about the past, which was not only his past but also my parents' past, and it was intricately connected to my life.
He had me lie down comfortably, all wrapped up like a burrito, and recounted his experiences like telling a story. It felt like I was back in my childhood, listening to bedtime stories.
He was particularly patient tonight, perhaps because he had decided to tell me everything. I occasionally asked questions, and Tyrone was willing to stop and answer me.
He said that his story was long, so to make it simpler, he would start from the day we met.
I knew a little about the past; Tyrone had known my parents since childhood, and they had become very close friends. Later, he said he had to leave for some reason, and he was gone for many years,
