My story is about a old man who lived in the same house, and the same room his entire life. He was born in his house, and eventually when he got old enough he got his first room. Throughout the years he added stuff and took stuff out his room. When he became an adult, his parents won the lottery and got a way better house. They sold it to his son. When he became 35, the boy eventually met a woman and fell in love with her. They got married. Eventually he got a promotion at work but he had to move in order to work there. He looked at his room one more time before he left.