Shri stopped midstep and pivoted around to face the girl. She put a finger over her lips to signal to her to be a bit quieter. "It is all right, hun," she whispered loud enough for the girl to hear, her voice somewhat echoing off the walls. Not knowing whether or not to follow the first girl or the second, Shri stood there motionless as she waited for one or both of them to start walking away. The lights constantly flickering as she glanced both directions muttering to herself that it was either too bright or too dark. A constant problem it seemed for Shri was that she could never find the right balance of light and dark except for once when she was twelve.<br/><br/>---A few years ago---<br/><br/>Shri was making the lights flicker driving her parents half crazy. One day, a week after her twelfth birthday, Shri found the right balance of light and dark. After that, she never remembered how to do such a thing again. She was nervous at how her parents would react, but instead laughed contentedly at her creation of a soothing light control.