My mom and dad had my sisters and I switch rooms with our brothers, cause there are four of them in one room and three of us in another. When my family moved, my parents gave us the bigger room, cause we had planned that the eldest and the second eldest would sleep in an insulated shed. It didn't work out (my dad decided to use the shed as his workshop). So there were four boys in the smaller room, with three girls in the bigger room. It was then decided that we would switch rooms so they could have the much needed space. I was not and still am not happy about this. Most likely because I had to return a bunch of books to their original home downstairs and not keep them with me. It was a very sad goodbye.
On the bright side, I can now say that I am finally jealous of my brothers, and not just mad at them for peeing all over the seat. Family goals, am I right! (I actually care about my brothers, this is just one of those times that I want to murder them cause I have to deal with them all the time.)
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Документальная прозаthis is just a bunch of random things I've done and stuff. It might make you laugh, I don't know.
