<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">Sitting down at the table with a fork in hand, Myra ate her breakfast in an unusual<br/>silence. In the past, usually everyone was there, all enjoying each others company and talking about recent<br/>events. But now she was here by herself. Her mother had run off to do laundry while her siblings were who-knows-where. <br/>And of course her father would be at work by now. A long sigh escaped her lips while she rinsed off her dishes, placing <br/>them into the dishwasher before walking back up to her room. Things just weren't the same anymore, even if she liked<br/>pretending it was. Sooner than later, she would have to buy her own apartment. Everyone was growing up too fast. <br/><br/>The wooden floorboards moaned quietly under her feet as she made her way upstairs and down the hall towards her<br/>room, but then she paused. What would she even do today? No force on earth could make her sit still and just...<br/>stare at the wall. Which, for the record, was pretty much all she could do in that house. That wouldn't work. That's when the<br/>light bulbs flicked on- was there even an option on what to do? The answer was too obvious. Myra beamed to<br/>herself and was whisked away to the attic where treasures from her past awaited to be picked up.</span></div>