Staring at the wall has always been my favourite past time. As a kid, I remember watching the paint solidify every time we would pick up our belongings and move to a new place of adventures. It was meant to demonstrate a new beginning, a chance to get it right this time, no more moving around, we are finally where we belong.

Bam, nope, here we go again. We wouldn’t paint the walls white again as we are gathering our belongings in a hurry, why waste time and energy for someone we don’t know? They can be happy their kid will have something colourful to stare at whilst slamming their door and crying their eyes out, their guiltless body incapacitated with fear.

Is this the one?