I was sitting in the car, looking out the window. The greenery was awesome. The fields were full of different kinds of trees and plants. My father had gotten transferred to a new place. I was curious about it, wondering, 'What will it look like?'
You all might be thinking right now, 'What kind of weirdo is she? Isn't she missing her friends from her old school and town?'
To be frank, I didn't have any friends—not in my school, nor in my neighborhood. I was alone all the time, but the only people who were with me were my parents. They supported me every time. If I felt bored, my mother played with me. If I wanted anything, my father gave it to me. If you are thinking I'm sad about this, then you are wrong. I wasn't sad at all about not having friends.
A few hours later, we finally arrived.
When we reached our new house, we got busy setting up all our stuff. The house allotted to my father wasn't that fancy, but it was nice enough for all of us to live together. When we entered, we saw there were three bedrooms.
"Sakura, which room do you want?" my father asked.
"I want that last room," I replied.
"Why do you want that last one? Why not the middle or the first one?"
"There's no specific reason. I just like that one."
That room was a perfect size for me—not too big, and not too small. It had just enough space for my bookshelf, my study table, and my bed. I didn't like big rooms because they made me feel lonely, but small rooms always suffocated me.
Setting up everything took us two days. After unpacking all our stuff, my father decided we should go say "hello" and meet our new neighbors. He went to the market to buy some sweets for them.
After two hours, my dad returned. We visited all our neighbors. They were all very nice.
Only one house was left.
It was Mr. Ardent's house. We went to their door and rang the bell. At first, we didn't get a response. When my father rang the bell a second time, a very beautiful lady opened the door.