In my childhood things didn't come easy.
"Everyone else has it!" doomed your destiny - you wouldn't get it if you gave such a bad argument.
Sometimes you had to wait long and be patient.
I waited for this bookshelf.
It resided in my grandparents' loft for a quarter of a century and for at least the past 15 years it was obvious to everyone it was me who dreamt of a shared life with that bookshelf.
When I told my grandpa I was about to move again he asked me if I'd like to have it.
Here it is.
With home delivery.
Assembled by grandpa (87).