05.

Growning up in that two room-apartment, the youngest realized she had no direct interest in physical hobbies, unlike her proud siblings; the younger brother would paint in his room by night, and in a room she shared with the older sister, she would get to watch her sculpt tiny figures made of clay.
Even on bed or riding a bike to school, she would be day dreaming - or trying to - wonder about the world's riches; she would desire a fancy seashell collection, or to have an ice cream shop downstairs.
There used to be a man who would creep into the windy scenery of herdreams, he would always hide laying down between the long dead grass. But, he's another issue she didn't want to deal with now...

Still, she thought having a real hobby would give meaning to her doing.
Then she thought that if she had meaning in her doing, she would indeed get a real hobby.

She would always wander off before choosing which path to go to, but she didn't want to deal with that either, she's growing anyways.