I'm 30 years old now, and this isn't about a city, it's about a house. My wife and I are packing our belongings, cause we're moving. Ever since I was sixteen, we've been living in Rome together, but a few years ago, our family expanded. My wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter, and now it's time to move to a bigger place, a place better suited for us. Recently, she and I went to the state agency, and together, we bought ourselves a villa here, in Rome. So we both decorated, choosing colors, picking new furniture where we needed it, and now, the moving company is here to pick up our belongings. I walk into the living room. Our girl is standing there, looking at the movers with big eyes, not grasping what's happening. But then my wife lifts her and takes her outside, with me following them. We drive through Rome, past the Coliseum, towards Tivoli, a bigger, greener place, located a little out of town. When we drive onto our driveway, my little girl stares at the house with big eyes, no knowing where she is. But my wife soon tells her this is where we'll live from now on. The little one smiles and runs off to the door as soon as my wife releases her from her kiddy seat. I follow, opening the door and taking the girl by a hand. The three of us, we walk through the house. We admire the way the kitchen turned out, the beauty of our living room. We see how the people who came to place the bathroom items did a great job, and they made sure it was done very tidily. And then we get to her room. She totally adores it, a room as girly as can be. We leave her there to play and walk to our room. When I open the door for her, she's happily surprised, seeing the walls painted in her favorite colors, the wedding gifts our parents gave us standing on a small table, with a seat next to it for when we want to read. She enters the dressing and grins, knowing all her clothes will fit in there. We walk through the rest of the house while the movers bring in the rest of our stuff. We have a few rooms left, maybe for the future, Kobe knows, but we settle in there with a nice, Italian cup of coffee, and we know we'll be happy here as we look at our more than happy daughter... Comments #1. Oooooh... who's the lucky girl? :)
Amanda van Loon #2. Hmmmmm I can only think of one contender to that title ;) Niels van Loon #3. Interesting ^^ Amanda van Loon #4. I love you too Amanda <3:p Niels van Loon #5. hehe, love you Niels :) <3 Amanda van Loon #6. *blows a kiss* Niels van Loon #7. *blows a kiss back* Amanda van Loon #8. Can't wait to see you! Niels van Loon #9. Neither can I... it may be a while though :/ Amanda van Loon #10. Hmmmmm you'll be here for my b-day, I hope! Niels van Loon #11. Of course!!!! Amanda van Loon #12. Good:D Niels van Loon #13. I wouldn't miss it for anything! Amanda van Loon #14. That's great, I'll look forward to that already <3 Niels van Loon #15. Me too <33 Amanda van Loon #16. ^^ Niels van Loon #17. Hello Niels, Miss Rosa here :) Great story writing! You used a lot of details that made the story believable and easy to visualise. I feel like you actually put yourself into the future and therefore allowed your readers to do the same. Great job! Rosa Rosewell van Loon #18. Thanks Miss Rosa *smiles widely* Niels van Loon #19. lol..well that's a little better at storytelling, thank' Niels..and *shakes head* Daniel Sanader-Jackson #20. Why the headshake Mr. Danny? :p Niels van Loon #21. lol...think you know why...why do kids fall in love so young..:P Daniel Sanader-Jackson #22. I'm 15 Mr. That's not young :p Niels van Loon
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