Ahmin looked back sadly at his small, three-roomed flat in Queenstown.
It was the last time he would see that place in which he had spent the
first eleven years of his life. His parents had told him that it was
time to move to a larger place since he had another baby sister on the way.
His parents had done relatively well in their business and they managed
to buy a house for the family. However, Ahmin could not help but recall those memorable moments spent in that
cramped but cozy three-roomed flat.
He picked up the last item, a table lamp with beige frills and
walked down the corridor. His father then drove the family van to
their new place. It took a good forty-five minutes to drive to the
new place from Queenstown. The last bits of heavy furniture in the
back space of the van weighed the vehicle down and slowed its pace.
When his father drove into a lush and
grand-looking housing estate, Ahmin could not help but stare at the huge
bungalows in sight. Some were large enough to have their own swimming pools and tennis courts. It was
bewildering. For a minute there,
Ahmin wished he had the luck to live in one such bungalow.
He thought that they were only driving through the estate.
His secret wishes came true when his father drove right into
a smaller house down the road from the largest bungalows.
Ahmin quickly got out of the van to inspect his new house.
It was his first time seeing the place and he was glad to have
such a beautiful new home. He ran from one end of his garden
to the other to look into each neighbor's garden.
After Ahmin had spent the whole afternoon looking at his new
room and settling down, he thought about his old place.
There was nothing to compare since the two places were so different. Although he now had a
new home, he did not quite forget about his previous home.