Maybe, one day

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Do you know that feeling when you wish Earth would eat you alive and pretend that you never existed? Well, this is what I'm feeling right now.
We just entered my grandmother's house and there are people everywhere, literally, EVERYWHERE.
There are some kids sitting on the cupboards, some others are dancing on the kitchen table, some people which I'm guessing are my uncles and my aunties are dancing all together and there is an elderly woman, my grandmother who is clapping her hands out of joy.
Thing is, they were so focused on what they were doing that they didn't even notice us coming in. If a robber would have come in, they would have robbed everything and no one would have noticed.
Anyway, I can be pretty impatient so I coughed really loudly in order to get their attention.
They finally stopped and turned around to see where that noise came from.
It all happened so fast.
One second they were in the living room/kitchen, the other they were surrounding my parents and I.
Someone screamed: 'let them breath', someone else said: 'let them come in'.
After some minutes we are all in the living room and we are breathing just fine.
My grandmother with such grace came towards me and hugged me.
At this my parents started tearing up.
With my grandmother on my left side, my parents and I started the presentations.
Everyone was looking at us as if we were starting to grow two heads each. Probably they were just amazed by the fact that my parents still remembered how to speak Arabic, but mostly by the fact that I know how to speak it.
I've learned that I have 7 uncles, 11 aunties and 18 cousins, whose age goes from 2 to 18.
I guess this could be a friendly place to stay after all.
One of my cousins, whose name I can't remember right now, shows us the rooms we will be staying in.
He tells me that the rooms are split by age and since all my cousins whose age goes from 16 to 18 are males, I am going to share my room with two other of my cousins.
My father didn't like the idea, but I talked some sense into him.
I mean, we are all cousins, nothing sexual is going to happen.
My mother and my father's room is on the first floor, right next to my grandmother's. My room is on the third floor.
I could never imagine how big this house really is, because on the outside it looks pretty tiny.
My cousin, who remembered me his name, Karim, told me that they decided to split the rooms these way because if something happened during the night, like a robber comes in and tries to steal something, the first rooms they go to are the ones on the first floor, where the adults who can defend themselves better are.
The only thing I could think of was: 'so robberies happen really frequently here'.
Anyway, we reach the third floor and I notice that there are only two rooms.
Karim leads me to the room on the far left.
He opens the door for me and gives me my luggages. After this he tells me that when I'm done, I can come downstaires and we will all decide what to eat, then he leaves closing he door behind him.

I can only think about one thing: 'I really hope things will work out well here'.