The Choice is out of My Hands

Moving into Parc Esta was my brother’s choice after he had been looking around Singapore for various places that would be a great spot to live. I wasn’t really interested in the whole search that he was doing, and told him that I would accept whatever place that he thought was the best. This is generally my attitude to everything when it comes to my brother, and my brother doesn’t really like it. He wants me to have a more active role in choosing things that we both have to use. After seeing the place that my brother chose, I was glad that he did the decision making.

After moving into the complex, my brother asked me where I wanted to for dinner, and I told him the same thing that I always tell him. This time, he wasn’t accepting that answer. He told me to pick something from the available places or we wouldn’t be going out. Continue reading The Choice is out of My Hands