I was tested to see if I could walk. I could. I could also jog and run so I was fine.

We got back into the car and drove to our new home. I got out and walked behind my parents. As we walked I examined the house. It was a baby blue two story and an attic house that had roses in front with 2 Benches in front of it. It was beautiful. When we went inside, the house was big the kitchen was big and already had food in it. The living room was big. It had a table in the center and surrounding it was several couches and in front of it was as TV on a stand and it was on playing a cooking show.

My parents stood in the back of the house clinging to each other and waited for my response. They know that I can't feel happiness or joy but they still try to make me. They are different from normal parents. They don't get onto me because they don't wanna hurt me. They are gentle and won't be ruff with me. We  didn't use to do this but because of my history with pain, something made me lose my joy and happiness. I still remember the night they found out that I couldn't feel those emotions. 

I walked in from going to get tested about my emotions. Dad was upset about the results. Really upset. He closed the door and walked up to mom. She was crying. They talked quietly then my dad walked up to me and asked "So you can't feel those emotions huh?"

"Richard stop..." mom said weakly.

"What? " I said confused.

"I said.."he said picking me up ruffly and pined me to the walk at eye level with him,"SO YOU CANT FEEL THOSE EMOTIONS HUH?!!!!"

"RICHARD STOP!!!!!!" Mom yelled.

Dad put me down and I sat in a ball crying. I was so scared, confused, and upset. That was a memory I'd never forget.

I turned back to my parents and said
"It's all nice but I have one question, where am I sleeping?" They starred for a second and smiled then said it was upstairs, last door to my right.i walked down the hall slowly. All of the walls in this house are a soft brown and yellow. I admired the pictures and paintings on the walls. I can't feel joy or happiness but I can admire beauty. I've always admired art and music. I love them but I'm not happy. I even sing and write music but I'm not happy.

I walked into my new room and saw a new dark brown desk with a lamp, 5 drawers, and computer on it. There was  a blue wooden bed with non-see through curtains around it to hide whoever sleeps on it. Beside the bed there was a bed side stand with a lamp on it. There was a chest of my old photo albums and quilts set neatly in there. There was a walk in closet and a bathroom on opposite sides of the room. I had lost my old clothes during the move so I hot a whole new wardrobe that was a different style.
There was a tall full body mirror on the wall by my door. The walls to my room and bathroom are all baby blue. The bathroom had a large bath tub and a shower next to it. The shower had a glass door. And then there was a white toilet, a white sink and a large oval mirror.