Apr 02, 2009 23:35
Dad called today to tell me they're moving house.
They bought a new house hoping to resell it to earn money but they couldn't find a buyer so now they're moving in to cut the big losses..
Old house is sold. Cheque received today..
It was sudden. Shocking. I never even had a hint about it.
I could've thrown a fit and go angsty on him. But i knew how much pressure and stress they're going through already, and how things are pretty difficult for the family now, so I didn't. I took it well.
I also knew my sister would already be giving them enough shit. So I told myself I couldn't, I musn't.
But I burst into tears the moment he hung up.
Why must everything change?
I loved that house.
Not the most beautiful mansion (in fact the new one is nicer) but it's home. It was home.
For at least 14 years of my life..
You cannot sell memories. You cannot sell the stories, the laughters, the tears.
You cannot sell childhood, nor innocence.
You cannot sell security.
It's alot more harder because I'm not there to go through the moving.
I'm afraid of how different it will feel the next time I go home.
Why must everything change?