When my mum goes to the room on first floor where she stores different things, I love to sneak inside and experience the smell, the narrow spaces between bags, boxes, fabrics, furniture, textiles, mattresses plants and stacks of books. It is dark and cold upstairs, and she likes to have the doors closed, therefore she doesn't like me to stay there.
When she call and saying Sia come here, I won't listen, I hide! But after a while I get bored, and I creep out from the hiding place and run down the stairs.
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