I could hardly contain my excitement as I watched the clock count down to the final bell of the school year. In just two more days, my brother and I will be on the road to our grandparents' house for the summer. We love going to their house for so many reasons. As soon as we arrive, we sprint straight to the magic drawer and to the freezer. Inside the magic drawer lives every type of candy you can imagine, and inside the freezer, there is at least four different kinds of popsicles. I always feel like I'm in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory! And let me just tell you, my grandma is the best cook. I love everything she makes, but my favorite is her vegetable pilaf. She always puts in just the right amount of spices, and it's packed with veggies, so I feel good about eating it.

My grandpa is fun to be with, too. He's hilarious and tells the best stories. Our family meals are filled with him reliving his childhood as he rode on the back of his dad's produce truck. “You're up eating all my profits!” His dad would say because my grandpa ate so much of the fruit. My brother and I always laugh so hard when he imitates his father. I sure do wish we could have met him.

Yesterday, my mom surprised me with some news. She told me that my grandparents are moving in with us at the end of the summer, so I will be sharing a room with my brother from now on. I was so caught off guard and baffled! I couldn't even focus on the fact that my grandparents were moving in because I was so upset at the thought of sharing a room with my brother. Not only is he a stinky teenage boy, but all he does is play video games all day and talk on his headset to random people. Not to mention, every nook and cranny is filled with snack wrappers, sour smelling socks, and piles of two-week old dirty clothes. I work really hard to keep my room clean, and all I could think about was how this would not work. There had to be some other way! I mean, I love my brother, but sharing a room is not something we should be doing. I felt like the walls were caving in, and the world was ending. My mind raced as I paced back and forth, and I thought, why couldn't they just stay where they were? Why did I have to give up my room? It wasn't fair.

I ran to my room and cried and cried. My mom came in and sat calmly next to me on the bed. She told me that even though sharing a room with my brother would be a big change, I should really consider everything I was gaining. She also told me I should think about my grandparents' well being, and not so much about myself. I guess I was being selfish with my reaction. Having my grandparents move in with us would be wonderful. I could learn to cook vegetable pilaf from my grandma, and my grandpa could teach me how to tell great stories. After thinking about it, I realized she was right. The sacrifice of sharing a room with my brother was going to be worth it. Living with my grandparents is going to be so much fun, and I actually am pretty excited.

Select the detail that shows how Olinda's feelings change from the beginning to end of the story.

A. I love my brother, but sharing a room is not something we should be doing.
B. I ran to my room and cried and cried.
C. The sacrifice of sharing a room with my brother was going to be worth it.
D. We love going to our grandparents' house.