The Youngster

My eyes are a bit heavy. As well as my whole body. I cannot even lift a finger. It is not a "very happy new year" this time. Just happy. As usual, we are at our grandparents' house, a few miles away from home. I have been so lazy and sleepy all day but it's nice that I spent it on that bigger and grander bed alone. I hear a few voices in the living area. They are just simply discussing, but it always feels like they have been arguing. It irritates my ear, yet I have been missing hearing this for a while now. So let me lay on my head for a few minutes and endure this thing that I'm soon going to miss. Again. A while later, the whole family planned on visiting the old house of my great grandparents. I'm extremely happy that I'm seeing Arnie on New Year's day! "I'm coming there! See you soon!" I just texted him and he is not replying yet. Whatever. The place is very urban. I have been counting houses which can only contain the number of fingers in my hands. "Which of these could possibly be Arnie's house?"