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Hey, can we talk about Zoe's room? It's not her room. It's our room. What now? Zoe's really upset. She misses her pink walls. Oh no, here we go. I think we should repaint your walls pink. Just a nice soft pink. You want to what? It'll help Zoe feel more comfortable. Comfortable? What about me? I spent weeks saving up to paint it gray and blue. But Zoe's only eight. She doesn't understand. And I'm 15 Anna. I do understand. And what I understand is that you're asking me to erase the only part of this flat that still feels like mine. It's just paint. Oh, is it? Then maybe you can paint your room pink instead? That's not the same. Exactly. Because your room is yours and I don't get one anymore. Stop being so dramatic. Dramatic? You mean like cramming a teenager and a child into one tiny room and expecting zero issues? That kind of dramatic? We're all making sacrifices here. Really? Because it feels like I'm the only one sacrificing everything. Zoe's struggling, okay? And I'm not. My privacy gone. My personal space gone. My bed? Oh yeah, I'm on the top bunk now. Thanks for asking. You're overreacting. No, I'm finally reacting. Big difference. Your dad agrees with me. Oh, classic dad. He agrees with whoever talks to him last. Very consistent. That's unfair. What's unfair is moving in before there was enough room and expecting me to fix it. It's temporary. Then Zoe can temporarily deal with gray walls. She can have pink in the new house. Problem solved. You're impossible. And you're entitled. But hey, thanks for the chat. This was super productive. This isn't over. Cool. Let me know when Zoe's picking colors for her new room. Bye.