Hi everyone, how are you? I’m doing well. Here I will share my personal experience. Before I share my personal experience, let me introduce myself. My name is Shafa Griselda Mulia, presence number twenty-seven, grade twelve Social Sciences three. Okay, here I will tell you my personal experience about moving house. Do you know how I feel when I hear the word "moving house"? Yep, I always get goosebumps when I hear that word. Yes even though it is just an ordinary word, but, never mind. Starting from December two thousand nineteen, where activities are still normal as usual. I went to school, my mom, dad and brother worked. When night came, suddenly my mom called dad, brother and me. Seeing the look on my mom's face which was very unusual, in my mind I said "this must be serious talk". And well, it was true. Mom told me and my brother, that the house I used to live in would be sold. Without thinking, I stood up. I can't stop thinking that I will be stepping into twelfth grade and have to prepare for the exam but have to think about what it will be like when I move. Last night's incident made me sleep early and actually hoped it was just a joke from mom. The next day after school, the house was still quiet. And after several hours, a car was heard in front of the house. After that, the person who was in the car got down and knocked on my door. I was so afraid to open the door can only be silent in the bedroom. They kept knocking on the door many times. At that time I chatted with mom not to go home yet. It was late in the day, they didn't leave. They are still waiting in front of my house which makes me very scared. But I dare to see secretly how their faces. And it was clear after I saw the look on their faces, it seemed that they were not good people. And because it's been too long, finally mom and dad decided to go home and meet them. And arrived at home mom dad. Initially it was normal, but after that the noise was heard clearly. Seeing him I was furious because they pointed at each other at my dad. After a long commotion, they finally returned home. Dad said they were the ones who were ordered to kick us out of the house. I know that the house has been bought by someone, but this is not the way either. They wanted us to vacate the house immediately before the set date for us to clean up. They are selfish, by bringing in a group of thugs. The next day they came again and were still waiting for mom dad to come. At that time I hadn’t come home from school and my parents were still working. I got a chat from mom so that I don't go home, I have to go home to my sister. But it was late in the evening they didn’t leave. Because it was too late at night, I slept at my sister's, u know? I'm still wearing my uniform. Mom dad and brother also slept at my sister's house. When morning came, they hadn’t left. I decided not to go to school because the subjects that day were different, even the uniform was different. And another reason for not going to school is that the mind cannot focus because the situation at that time is also very confusing. After going through so many dramas, they finally wanted to talk to them well. We finally decided to leave the house in January two thousand and twenty with a heavy heart to forgive their attitude toward us. That's my personal experience which is very dramatic... Thank you for listening to my podcast, that's all, see you...