It’s just an empty room with heinous lavender paint and carpet that I’m sure I’ll change out soon. The walls are just begging to be made any other shade. But above all that... it’s empty. It’s hard to describe the sound of quietness... my house constantly echoes the sounds of people. Playing, arguing, laughing, crying, the typical sounds of a boisterous family. But tonight I’m missing the “Miss Misty.” I was never 'mom' to her but that’s ok. I kind of liked being “Miss Misty”