"Myra! Honey, there's a letter for you!"
I dump my paint brush on the table, take of my apron, and sprint downstairs to my mom who has an envelope in her hands.
Her eyes shine upon seeing me, probably because I am finally at least trying to live my life again. Even if it is just painting day and night.
"This was lying on the door step, and has your name written on it," Mom informs me, and I nod, grabbing the envelope and the sprinting back upstairs to finish the master piece I am working on that's actually a gift for Gary.
"I'm hungry!" I announce on the way up.
"I'll make some lasagne for you, then! And don't forget your brother is coming back home tomorrow morning!" she tells me for the millionth time, and I cannot help but roll my eyes.
I slam the door shut behind me, hop on the b
