We were back at Hillview today. It's nice to go back once in awhile to see Dad and Mum. We were back there a few weeks ago and Mum had asked me to look through my stuff and bring them back home. I discovered then that they had thrown my bed away and the room is now taken over by my sister-in-law. Ok, that's fine, my books and stuff are still in the bookshelf.
Today I discover that everything had been moved out and the shelves are now stored with her stuff. Mum stacked my stuff nicely in the storeroom downstairs and various places where she could find space. I can't say I'm pleased about this. In fact I'm a little peeved about this development. They didn't even have the courtesy to ask me before doing the deed. Was the last exercise the prelude to this hijacking? I didn't get the memo outlining a phase of the ouster after the review of my belongings. GGrrrrrr .....
It's always been like that since young. I had to give up the bigger brighter airy room to my bro because I wanted my own room. So I moved to the middle stuffy room. Fine that was years ago and I've forgiven about it. Now this again, I have to give way again. And the best part is that they don't get that I'm giving way. And he still had the audacity to laugh at how my room was gloomy and dark many moons ago.
Yes, I've moved out and have my own place. Yes I don't go back often. But still, that's my room. I'm certain if we had moved back when Dad first asked us few years back, I wouldn't have taken my bro's room when he moved out. I at least have that sense of decency.
Sometimes I still harbour hopes that we would move back to stay with Dad and Mum one day. But this has blown that dream right out the door. *Irritated!
Sometimes I still harbour hopes that we would move back to stay with Dad and Mum one day. But this has blown that dream right out the door. *Irritated!






















