Unreal Estate

"And THIS thing costs so much?" was what my father bellowed as we walked into our newly constructed apartment. I hadn't really thought about it until then but it struck me instantly - so this is what it is! There are 2000 of them, identical, well planned, outrageous! each selling at almost 4 times their original price.....makes me wonder if they were really made for people to live in. All I can imagine is they are the perfect machinations by realtors who construct them and just sell them over and over and over again till some unfortunate soul has to start living in them as they are too old to sell anymore. Our apartment though, was beautiful.....I thought the walls and the floors and the interiors ( of what was there) were a little different than the 900 other similar flats. We were delighted as this was the first home we had ever owned and my sister and I had already decided which room each of us were to take. We were speculating on what the club houses and the community centres in the township were all about when my father enquired 'How about selling it?' I asked him how much he could get for this place just as a strong current of sorrow was sweeping my heart at the very thought of 'my room' becoming somebody else's. 'Three and a half times the original price', he replied....And that was it! Then and there! Right there! All the attachment vanished at once and the current of sorrow was now barely a faint stream! 'Sell it!' I shouted...a little too loudly. I thought why not? we sell this one and buy a bigger place in a better area! and then I will have a ......no no no! then we could sell that and get a bigger......I was into it before I had realized. Greed....not greed! I would like to call it this constant want for betterment that we humans have in us. I felt like kicking myself for having such a thought....I am not a very materialistic person you see. 'You know what? We should probably keep it' ...my father was looking at me now....' I think this one is special '....he smiled at me....yeah, it was special..it was the first wasn't it?
It's been 3 months since that happened and we still have the place but haven't moved in.....probably because we haven't found a suitable buyer (its funny how the parents want to meet the foster parents before they give up their babies for adoption sometimes) or maybe, just maybe my dad still remembers what I had said that day. Only time will tell if we will have our dreamhouse one day.