Mom told us to pack all the stuff that we need because we are moving our room to the top floor.

My brother is packing all the clothes that our family needs. I packed my brother’s books along with mine. Meanwhile, my dad is talking to somebody, and my mom is washing the dishes. We have no idea how to carry our two beds because the beds are bigger than the door. Our dad is calling the construction workers for help. My mom and I are carrying my study table, and my brother carries a chair to our new room. The construction workers show up at our gate and talk with my dad. Turns out the two beds fit through the door, and we called some people to carry the beds, and some are carrying the new washing machine that just arrived. We almost forgot an important thing. The fridge!