My own room

A cot- a bit like a cage really isn’t it? All those bars!

Anyway, Mum and Dad have suddenly decided, just like that, that they’re going to put me in a different cot in ‘my own room’. I mean, I already have a room, thanks- it’s the big one with the double bed.

So anyway, I’m there, while they’re getting me in my pyjamas, looking at the bright yellow walls, thinking, ‘No way, man. This place is so not me.’

And they’re all like, ‘Ah how nice is this, you big grown up girl in your own room.’

And I’m thinking, ‘You’re the grown ups. Maybe one of you wants to move in here instead.’


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