Moving into a New House

When I was five years old, my little brother was born. Then, we were five people in the house— my little brother, my parents, my grandmother and me. The house wasn’t big enough for us. We needed four different bedrooms. So, my father said we needed to move into a bigger house and everybody agreed. After that, my parents looked for a suitable house for us, but it wasn’t that easy because some of the houses we liked were too expensive and some others were too small. After searching for two months, we found the right house. We were very lucky because the owner of the house was an old lady. She lived alone in this big house. She said the house was too big for her and she couldn’t do anything for the house. We rented the house from her with all the furniture in it. We all had our own bedrooms. My bedroom was by the garden. There was a small bed by the window and there was a wardrobe opposite it. My brother’s bedroom was little, but it was full of sunlight coming through the window. My parent’s bedroom was big with a large wardrobe and a red sofa. My grandmother’s room was also nice. There was a bathroom next to her room. There were two armchairs and a lamp next to her bed. The house was close to my school and my parents’ work. Everybody was happy about our new house.