Once we were all done swarming each other, Leila helped Claire and I through the little herd of cousins, upstairs, to our room. Where usually anda would take a left and be looking at their bedroom doors and a bathroom, we took a right at the bahagian, atas of the stairs so we were faced with a room i hadn't seen before. The interior was a pale, almost skin like beige that was cracked and peeling in some spots, especially where our beds were pushed against the wall. Beside each katil was a small meja, jadual with drawers and a lamp. In between us was a large window, creating a distorted patch of light on the scratched hardwood floors. Our suitcases were already laying on our beds, so Leila helped give us a tour. That was our room, and our bathroom was right seterusnya door. Across the hall was all their bedrooms, all six, and their bathroom. Down the rickety stairs and to the left was the living room. Everything in there was polished mahogany and velvet. It reminded me of the interior of some house featured in a magazine a while back, a magazine our Mother was flipping through. Leila warned us the living room is either empty atau full; everyone is in there atau no one is.
Across the hall was the kitchen. The main theme in there was popular and friendly. Yellow cotton shades folded around the little window over the sink, exposing anda to the front yard. The sink was colored a peculiar but beautiful baby blue, as were many things in there: some of the plates, all the dining meja, jadual chairs, and baby blue was also a familiar hue when it came to the paintings and decorations in there. On the stove was a steaming pot of stew. I could only recognize some of the ingredients: carrots, potatoes, chicken, some kind of broth. It smelled delicious; my stomach started rumbling. Leila assured me it was almost lunchtime, and she suggested Claire and I unpack and get comfortable.
So we did just that. We exited the kitchen, bounded up the stairs, took a right at the bahagian, atas of the stairs, and started digging through our luggage. We only brought half a dozen outfits each, and plenty of health and hygiene supplies.
"Claire?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"From now on, we leave each other's stuff alone. No stealing things atau damaging stuff. Also, usually, I can get the bathroom. But maybe once in a good while, I'll let anda go first." I teased.
She smiled and shook her head, still amazed at my everlasting selfishness. "Alright, Sadie. Whatever anda say."
Across the hall was the kitchen. The main theme in there was popular and friendly. Yellow cotton shades folded around the little window over the sink, exposing anda to the front yard. The sink was colored a peculiar but beautiful baby blue, as were many things in there: some of the plates, all the dining meja, jadual chairs, and baby blue was also a familiar hue when it came to the paintings and decorations in there. On the stove was a steaming pot of stew. I could only recognize some of the ingredients: carrots, potatoes, chicken, some kind of broth. It smelled delicious; my stomach started rumbling. Leila assured me it was almost lunchtime, and she suggested Claire and I unpack and get comfortable.
So we did just that. We exited the kitchen, bounded up the stairs, took a right at the bahagian, atas of the stairs, and started digging through our luggage. We only brought half a dozen outfits each, and plenty of health and hygiene supplies.
"Claire?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"From now on, we leave each other's stuff alone. No stealing things atau damaging stuff. Also, usually, I can get the bathroom. But maybe once in a good while, I'll let anda go first." I teased.
She smiled and shook her head, still amazed at my everlasting selfishness. "Alright, Sadie. Whatever anda say."