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I felt like i am enacting a scene from an old movie or drama.

Due to forced circumstances, I was asked to consider giving up my bedroom to someone else. They say it's for mine and the other party good.

I dont blame them but I dont know why i cried and infront of the family. I couldnt help it.

I just felt so sad.....I cried mainly because i felt 委屈. Why do i need to "suffer" when my parents, aunties, cousins love me so much?

Partly also because of sentimental reasons and 舍不得. I have stayed in the same room for almost twenty years. Every corner, every item bears some memories and accompanied me through my teenage, my youth, my university years, MBA days and working life.

I should learn to let go.