Having a bedroom is a must in every teenage life. It would be great to own a room where we can organize our own things, keeping it neat, spending most of our time there and last but not least, it is our own personal space to cry, release anger, phone talking and much more.

In this house, such dream is impossible for me. I have to share the room with my elder brother since I am the second/middle child in the family. People say sharing is caring isn't it? Not for me. I doesn't feel the care in that room. Since the day we move into this house, I never have my own personal space except when I alone at home. Most of the space belongs to my brother, occupy by his stuff. I only own a single size bed and a closet with a little space for my clothes in that room. The bed is a two-storey bed where my bed is on the 2nd storey. So, imagine where is my own space where 3/4 of the space is occupied by my brother.

I been climbing up and down to get to my bed since childhood till now where I am already 20 years old. I cannot use the ladder because I got no space to climb down. Where do I keep all my things? Well, I keep most of my personal belongings at my sister room. Luckily she is kind enough for me to use her room. Last time, I have to pay "rent" every week to her for that little space I use. That the deal we make last time. Hahaha. It is funny when think of it. I doesn't really have my own personal space in this house. I spend most of my time at my sister room with my laptop when she is working. Last time I spend most of my time at living room. My nap time place also at living room. I do my homework at living room and I am always the last one to sleep because I cannot sleep when my brother is doing his things in the room. So I will just watch tv until late night and sometimes, I fall asleep there. I cry in the toilet and I keep my anger and feeling. There is not much I can do. Mum complain I put my things here and there. Where can I put my things when there is no space for me?

People will ask, why my parent didn't do anything? What can they do? No matter how I complain to them, it cannot change the situation. In the end, I just have to share with my brother and tolerate with my brother. When my dad first bought me a laptop, my parent bought a small table for me to put my laptop at my sister room. For few days, my mum told me to give some privacy and space to my sister since I am using her room. Inside my heart, I got sad and ask myself, how about my space? Life is unfair isn't it? Sometimes, I get jealous to see my friend having his own bedroom. I get even jealous when I know their house got extra free room where nobody use it. I just wish I can move in there. Well, I guess I will be sharing the room with my brother until i get my own house. Being a second/middle child really make me become a strong and patience person.

To be more positive, I am glad that my life is better than some of the people out there where they didn't have a home. So better don't complain much aite. It fated.  =')

From,
The lion that trying to find his territory.