So I told my mom I am dreading the idea of moving my daughter out of our room. I asked her when did she know it was time for me to sleep in my own room. Her face dropped and she just goes “we (her, my sibling and I) all slept in the bed together until you were 6/7. I didn’t decide shit. Yall finally left.”
Me:… I thought we slept together because we only had two bedrooms and yours had the bigger bed.