A mansion. An ancient mansion. Ramshackled at some places but still a mansion. This is what my brother was pointing at. This is what hooked my eyes to it. Wow. The two stories hou-mansion was made up of red bricks and infront of which was a beautiful garden.
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It wasn't by any sense a grand or extravagant royal one that we usually see, but was way better than our old crappy home, beyond our imagination I must say.
Our family wasn't use to nice things, not that we were poor or anything like that, but luxury was not in our lifestyle, a below middle class family to be accurate. One may guess how we would have felt seeing a house we only used to see on television. Like a dream. Dramatic bitch. Shut up.
"I am telling you for the last time that no I am NOT in mafia! The promotion was generous and this house is a result of that. Am I clear?" Dad's loud voice echoed in the still air, putting an end to all the squabble at once.
"I said, am I clear?" Since when is he a teacher?
"Yes dad"
"Yeah"
"Calm down honey, we're just a bit shocked nothing else, of course you're not in mafia." Mom responded patting his back.
Hearing that, he calmed down a bit. I can't blame him though. Imagine being an employee, working your ass off for a company that doesn't give a tad bit care about your well being and suddenly, all our hardwork is questioned for some felonious occupation of being in mafia. Moreover, questioned by people you trust the most. I'd be pissed too.
"Alright then, let's go inside. We can later shift our things" dad said.
With that we all started to walk through the stony pathway attached to the front door. I was constantly moving my head left to right, taking in the beauty of the garden when a question struck me. Who take care of it? Clearly the grass don't sacrifice themselves on their own.
Lost in thoughts, I didn't realise that we have reached and bumped into the person infront of me. Mom. I apologetically smiled at her, hoping that would alleviate some of the tension. She however, didn't even consider me worth scolding and just let out a god-give-me-strength sigh. Why am I pissed that she didn't reprimanded me? You're a gone case, you do know that right? Shut up.
We were all now standing in a almost straight line at the front porch. Dad at leftmost, followed by Mom and Nathan and me in the rightmost. Why aren't we getting inside?
Ding dong..
The sound of the doorbell rang in the house. Dad pressed the bell. Huh? It was then when I realised that there was no lock at the gate. Acquiring all my knowledge, I came to an astounding discovery that someone must be inside. You should be in kindergarten girl. Shut up. But seriously, are we living with another family, like..roomates? No!!
It wasn't much time when we heard someone opening the door. Don't be a child. I'm not sharing room with a child. A click sound followed next. Don't be a child please. Then, the twisting of doorknob increased my pleas to next level. Don't be a child, don't be a child, don't be a ch-
