"What doctor can we help with?" one of the residents approached my father, offering to help.
"Oh ... thanks, let us take care of it ourselves."
"No Doctor, let us help you," the old man insisted. And like it or not, my father finally melted too. They followed my father to the car and lifted our luggage.
There are about thirty or so houses in this area. I noticed one by one, the distance between our houses was very far apart. That's because the yard in each house is very wide. And my house is a house with a very large yard.
Somehow when we arrived, the situation in the yard was clean, not a single dry leaf had fallen scattered, even though the whole house is filled with tall cotton trees and banyan trees whose age may not be counted, it looks like they are old and some trees don't know what their names are. I don't really understand the name of the tree species.
All I know is that it's a cotton tree, because when I was in junior high school, I saw it in the school yard. I thought maybe they did. Cleaned my house before we got here. I went around the house with my mother.
"Mom, beautiful isn't it ... our new home" I said.
"Yes dear ... I like it." She said we walked hand in hand to the backyard. We left our father who was busy transporting our belongings with the help of the residents.
Wow ... Amazing ... What a beautiful view. I ran, behind my house there was a lake with clear water and a view of the hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. There was a small canoe tied up there. My mother chased me.
"See Mom." I pointed to the bottom of the lake and small fish were swimming to and from on the bottom of the lake, it was really cute. Mother touched the lake water and waved her hand, the fish immediately scattered. Me and my mom smile together
"Mom, one day we will take this boat and cross the lake there ..." I pointed across the lake, there were beautiful green hills.
"Mom ... I'm so happy ..." I hugged my mother, then she kissed my forehead.
And when my mother and I were playing in the water, suddenly my father's voice called out to me.
"FLANELLAAAAAA ...."
I quickly returned his call before he anxiously looked for me.
"Dady ... I'm here ..." I ran to my father and we hugged each other, my father hugged me tight, really tight. He kissed my forehead many times.
He is super protective of me. Just one day, ooh ... no! An hour if he's in the hospital and hasn't called me he'll be freaking out, That's my father.
Father took my hand and we walked out onto the back porch, mom beside me holding my hand.
I followed my father into our new house and my mother walked to the right holding my hand, we smiled at each other. I was surprised to see the kitchen space, I really think this is my mother's favorite kitchen design.
The wall colors are moss green and cream brown ceramics and a kitchen set is installed on a porcelain table with a moss green color that matches the wall paint. And the dining table with four dark brown chairs is sitting nicely in the middle of the kitchen. On the table was a vase of my mother's favorite lilies.
I'm sure this was all my father had planned. The kitchen room is quite large and there is a window next to the hand washing sink directly leading to the lake, so we can enjoy the view when we are in the kitchen.
'Dad ... I really like all this.' Again my mother and I looked at each other.
And then our footsteps entered the living room, a fairly large building with wooden ornaments with second floors. The ground floor and one floor above but only a few parts, in the living room the ceiling is intentionally directly on to the tile roof without a ceiling, it may be deliberately made like this to make it seem spacious. And above the family room is made for the 2nd floor, I wonder what room is above?.
I looked around the room, there was one big room in the right corner and what was certain was the room for my father and mother. Another one of my father 's office opposite the bedroom . The living room only has a small TV with a wooden cupboard as a support. And next to it there is a fireplace, yeah ... I remember in this city it's always winter. So it's likely that the fireplace will be of use to us. It's different when we live in Shite city, a city with very hot weather because it is located on the coast. Shite city, one of the big cities, is a long way from here.
And in the middle of the family room, there is a long dark brown sofa made of the favorite velvet material of my father and mother to sweeten the room.
And ... wait! Painting, yeah ... there's a painting of me, my father and mother already plastered on the wall above the television.
Hmmmm ... I smiled, and my father shrugged his shoulders with a smile. I rolled my eyes at my father, my mother smiled.
A week ago my father had delivered our stuff with the help of a freight forwarder and room decorator. As a result, my father and I don't have to bother anymore to organize all our belongings. I saw on my left there was a wooden table that was still unused, if I looked at the color it looked like it was decades old. According to my father this house was once inhabited by an artist family. And understand that all building materials consist of wood materials. One thing, I really like this house.
My father is also an art lover, so I realized why my father chose to live in this house instead of housing not far from where he worked. I walked up the stairs to the top floor. Steps of lacquered wood, shiny. I touch it really smooth and I feel every detail of its surface, as if I've been in this place before.
I climbed the stairs one by one, with my mother following behind me. My father does know my taste ... every now and then I look back, mother smiles.
'Aaaahhh ... Mom! You're so beautiful when you smile.' Along the walls of the stairs area are attached my small photos.
Hmmm ... so funny. I remember those days and mom looking at photos when I was five years old. She stood still for a long time, her face was etched into a frown that I couldn't understand.
"Mother.." I called her softly, mother was taken aback, looked at me and smiled again. She continued walking towards me. We walked together up the stairs.
I was dumbfounded when I saw the upper floor, "OH MY GHOST!!" I hissed slowly, I covered my mouth with both hands, shock ... shocked ... I don't know what's clear, It's like a dream to see the room in front of me. Really, I feel like crying watching it. It's very similar to what I've always dreamed of.
"Is that true?" I looked at my mother and she nodded. I stepped foot. There was only one room and no other room besides my bedroom. I looked back at my mother and she smiled as if she understood what I was feeling right now. And my mom seems to like it too. All my personal belongings are neatly arranged.
Yeah ... fantastic!