Furniture

That was the first time we had to move. We were moving to the other house, the place that my parents supposed a perfect environment for us-the kids-to grow. My parents did chose the right environment for our future careers but not happiness. Space, freedom and laughs were all so far away from us since we moved. When we finally had a chance to visit our olde home again, it was different. The house was empty, old, dusty and dark. The old times were gone, it would never come back again. Only the furniture was there to prove that someone lived there a long time ago.

Until next time…

~ by tlblog on January 21, 2008.