Goodbye, Beaconsfield.
assalamualaikum, readers. This is something personal but I need to let it out. The thing I am talking about is a house the one I stayed over in Perth from when I was young till now. It is not something haunted, no worries. It is one of my biggest assets in my life that I valued the most. No, I am not rich to the extent till I own a property but it is kind of a place that I always stay whenever I am in Perth. Oh anyways, I am not rich with money yet but I am rich with love. HAHAHA. Back to my story. I literally grew up in that house. My playground will be the laundry hanger at the backyard which actually turns round and round. I will hold on to it and keep on going round and round. The one who will pushed and carried me up was my late grandad, arwah uncle saide's father-in-law. I am going to miss every inch of the house. Especially the porch, the narrow pathway in the house, the living room with my favourite chairs that automatically make me feel warm and I fell asle