You live in a four stories brick apartment building and you live on the fourth floor. 2 bedrooms one small bathroom your house is really lived in been there for years, house is lived in, door 408. It's early morning, not early but late morning. 11:12 AM and your making coffee. Your a young single mother. 22 years old. You don't need a man in your life your life is easy and smooth no chaos no craziness. You have a five year old daughter who acts like a five year old and not a baby. She knows house rules and doesn't test them, she isn't quiet, she's a normal five year old, she talks like a five year old, she isn't smart, she acts like five year old, and you love her very much, you do good parenting on her, give her disciplines and she knows it, she never does anything bad. You treat her well. And you have rules for her some of them are no candy for her all times, no shoes in the house, no spicy foods, no saying words like hate or stupid or dumb or mean or ugly or anything else. And there's plenty of more rules but this is just life. But right now like you said. 11:12 AM your daughter is sitting at the table eating cereal eating slowly and boredly, she's in matching pajamas. She is never in mismatched clothes. You don't allow that you always pick out her outfit and clothes for her but she's in matching pajamas it's pink with red heart prints all over then and matching white fluffy socks and dark brown hair is loose and messy from sleep and your making your coffee.