Rooms Upstairs

I have a set of rooms in my head. My family and I moved into them all when I was three. I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 the first time I found them. There's a hall in my mind, kind of like the one from the movie Coraline, but with no paintings. The floor is carpeted and the walls are wallpapered. I've been to the upstairs a million times. Especially when I was a kid. I remember all of the rooms. Sometimes I find new ones that surprise me, but the old ones are always there. Now that I'm older, I don't go up there as often. But I still think about the rooms upstairs a lot. <br><br>Now imagine you're me. We just moved into the rooms upstairs and I've discovered the upstairs. My parents are busy unpacking and setting things up. They told me not to leave the apartment, so I've been wandering around it while they call instructions from room to room. You can hear them arguing through the walls as they work. Neither of them is too good and communicating with the other. But they're both good at communicating with me. I think I might be the only person who can translate for them.<br><br>I really don't care. I like going to my rooms. So you can come with me if you want. I bet you'll like it. <br><br>Who are you?