When I was 16 years old, our Dad made me transport all the way to the other side of the country.

I was so unhappy and upset with our Dad when we moved.

I did not want to leave all of our friends and our family members. I felt like our Dad was punishing me, although she was the one that got a divorce from our dad. She told me that she needed to make a fresh start. I knew that our Dad and I were fighting a lot. I wanted to make things easier for her instead of harder, so I agreed to transport across the country to a brand new world and a brand new place. Every one of us moved into an outdated farmhouse that was relatively inextravagant. My Dad purchased the condo with the currency that she got from the divorce. The condo made a lot of sounds and there were constant creaking floors and stairs. One night I heard the sound of the creaking stairs and it seemed to get louder and louder. I mentioned something to our mother about the sound of the wood, stairs, floors, and ceilings. She told me not to worry, and then the whole ceiling fell to the ground. The creaking sound wasn’t the stairs at all. It was legitimately the sound of the ductwork in the ceiling above the living area. It was certainly worn out, rusted, and filled with holes. The Heating, Ventilation, and A/C corporation that responded to our service request told our Dad and I that the entire ductwork system needed to be updated. It was $10,000 worth of repairs. I thought our Dad was going to lose her mind when she realized that the ductwork repairs were so extravagant.
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