Rant
My parents are remodeling the top floor of the house, and the construction’s been going on for a solid three months now. Everyone’s sleeping arrangement has changed, and the boys are occupying my room… a girl’s room… a clean room… that smells like flowers. Well, it used to. Now it smells like a decaying body is kept under my bed. My mother promised me a new mattress once the boys moved out of my room.
My heart breaks a little every time I see my brothers walk into my room, turn off the lights, and sleep (among other things).
