So I'm sitting in the den of my new house right now, in the middle of chaos. We're still trying to get everything moved from that house to this house. I've been needing a change. We've lived in that old house for ten years and I was really excited about the big move.
My dad and my brother ruined it for me though, which isn't surprising. They always ruin everything.
My brother didn't like the house when he saw the inside. He was all, "It's so small and dim!" He was only talking about his room though, which is actually quite big, with a small office space and even a bathroom, and a glass door that leads to the back of the house. When he saw the rest of the house, he was like, "Fatima! How did you like this?"
And my dad, well, I was expecting his response. He seems to like hating anything my mother picks out. "You picked the most god-awful place on earth to live! Blah blah blah!" My dad is my dad, so I was prepared for a bunch of negativity.
My mom was really upset. She didn't care what my dad thought because, like I said, my dad is my dad. But she really wanted my brother to like the place and when he didn't, she started crying. Mohammad felt bad about that and apologized and everything, but he still seemed discontented. After a while, as we were moving things around, the place started to grow on him a little. I guess he's okay with it now.
Still though. What an overreaction! My brother has very 'grand' tastes so I think he had pictured the house differently. When we get moved in I will post pictures to show you guys how nice the house is. It's more modern than our old one, everything is electric, the kitchen is modern and beautiful, the yards are clean and maintained, the outside is really nice, and the inside is very bright and open.



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