She wandered through brightly decorated rooms. Plush chairs, soft carpeted bedrooms, delicately carved armoire wardrobes, pastel colored walls. This was her home, once. Now she was a stranger. Her siblings, parents, seemed more at home here than she did. She wanted out. She longed to carve out a space all her own. Bright splashes of color. Deep, fluffy couches, elegant lounge chairs, decor for a life she didn’t have and most definitely couldn’t afford. Above all, she felt a deep sense of loneliness. How could she express these feelings of confusion and frustration without hurting the people she loved most? She’d learn to bury these feelings. Focus on other things. Pretend that she didn’t feel like a visitor in her own home.