One day while I was outside playing, one of my friends told us that the building had been sold and we would all move. The government had sold the building and would assign new housing to all families in different parts of the city. I remember the discussions at home between my parents that never seemed to end. This was the second time we moved. I watched as my neighbours moved one by one. I would look through the windows and see the number of empty rooms increase day by day until it was our turn.
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