One of the biggest challenges we faced was adjusting to living under the same roof. Myra had her own way of doing things, and I had mine. We would constantly argue over trivial things like whose turn it was to do the dishes, whose music was too loud, or whose friends were over. It seemed like we were always at odds, and our parents were at their wit's end.
Myra raised an eyebrow. "What kind of project?" Myra Moans - Stepsis And I Find A Way To Get Al...
