𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎... 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒? 𝘁𝗼𝘆𝗮 𝗮.

𝘃𝗶𝗶 ━ 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞

I placed slowly my old books in order from biggest to smallest while also taking out other books I no longer needed. That music room was huge — I wonder if there are other rooms that big that I've never known about?

After sorting every pile of books that I could find in my room, I trodded silently down the stairs to hopefully get a glass of water and something to satisfy my hunger. Halfway down the long flight of stairs, I thought to myself why I didn't just ask my maid. I continued my way to the big kitchen, only to be stopped by voices coming from the kitchen, presumably my parents arguing about something once again. Reluctantly, I decided to listen in to their argument in hopes of fulfilling my curiosity as well as discovering something from it. I couldn't really catch what they were saying due to the fact they continuously kept talking over one another, although I did comprehend some important things I've never been told about before, such as—

—Hiring more maids, sending me to... school? Actually, I'll just stop there.

Thinking to myself that the latter was merely just a blunt suggestion or idea, I quickly brushed it off, focusing more on my mother's words — hiring more maids. My father seems to have turned down that that idea almost immediately, since it tends to cost a lot of money. Meanwhile, my mother tried her best to calmly sort out the issue, trying to explain that the maids will help a lot,  which only seemed to have added to their argument and soon leading to their fight escalating even more. Well, we do have many extra untouched rooms in the house, I guess.

I quietly sighed to myself, not wanting to listen to their what seems to be a shouting match any longer. A bit annoyed and tired, I silently dashed up the stairs, deciding to find a place to put the lamps my mother kindly gave me the day before.

Hopefully she acts like how she did yesterday more often.

I found a few spots around my room, placing one on my tidy desk and sunlit windowsill, carefully keeping one in my drawer for future use as I couldn't find a good spot to place it. Having nothing to do afterwards, I started reading another old, worn down book about poems that I finished reading ages ago. These books used to be my father's before he suddenly lost interest in poems and his personality faced a drastic change.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head as I folded the corner of the page, closing it and leaving it next to me on my bed.

Wasn't there a letter a few days ago from Toya about visiting us with another friend? I'm sure my parents would've already sent a reply by now.

Wanting an answer, I hesitantly knocked on my maid's door, hoping that she knew about it.