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Dad's Nighttime Cigarette Purchase Location
When I was a teenager, my dad would often go out at night to "buy some cigarettes." Even though I knew he did some shady things from time to time, mom's face turned red when he went to "buy cigarettes." Even though her disgust was clear, she didn't say a word. As soon as he left, she always got a bottle of booze and kicked back to watch TV. I was sure my dad went to a brothel or had a lover, and I was going to have him face the truth about what he did to my mom.
I chose to follow him one night. I told myself I was going to bed and left my mom to her troubles while I used a rope to climb out of my bedroom window. Since my room faced the garden, I didn't have to worry about someone breaking in because I left the rope there.
When dad walked away from the shops, that was the first sign that something wasn't right. After half an hour, he stopped in front of an industrial complex and looked around before opening the gate that led to it. His eyes didn't catch on me because I stayed far away and wore dark clothes. After making sure I was safe for a minute, I went after him.
I was shocked by a rumbling metal sound. In the general direction of it, I saw my dad stoop under a garage door and close it from the inside. There were no windows or ways to sneak in without being seen. I was lucky to see an access ladder close, so I…
