This had to be Aunt Polly Harrington, her mother's older sister. The woman's lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes held about as much warmth as a winter frost.As Pollyanna got closer, she couldn't help but notice how different Aunt Polly was from her own mom. Her mother had been all soft edges and warm smiles, like a cozy quilt on a chilly night.The ride to the Harrington mansion was so quiet, you could've heard a pin drop. Pollyanna tried to break the ice, chattering away about the scenery and asking questions about her new home. But Aunt Polly's responses were shorter than a gnat's eyelash. It was like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall. Still, Pollyanna's enthusiasm refused to be squashed.When they finally pulled up to the house, Pollyanna's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The place was enormous, like something straight out of a storybook. It was the kind of house where you'd expect to see a princess waving from a tower window or a knight in shining armor guarding the front door. But as they stepped inside, the chill in the air made it clear this was no fairy tale castle.Aunt Polly led Pollyanna up what felt like a million stairs. They climbed and climbed until Pollyanna was sure they must be touching the clouds. Finally, they reached the tippy-top of the house – the attic. The room Aunt Polly showed her into was about as welcoming as a dentist's waiting room.But Pollyanna, bless her heart, looked at that bare little room like it was the coolest treehouse ever built. She bounced over to the window, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. The view was breathtaking – rolling hills, lush trees, and a sky so blue it looked like it had been painted by an artist.As Aunt Polly left her to unpack, Pollyanna's mind was already buzzing with ideas. She carefully pulled out the few things she owned, treating each item like it was made of gold. When she came to the photograph of her parents, she paused. Her fingers gently traced their smiling faces, and for a moment, the weight of everything she'd lost hit her like a ton of bricks.But then, almost as if her parents were whispering encouragement from the photo, Pollyanna's chin lifted. She placed the picture on the windowsill where the sun could shine on it.Looking around the room again, Pollyanna saw not what was missing, but what could be. That plain old chair? It was just begging for a colorful cushion to make it pop. The bare walls? They were like blank canvases waiting for her to fill them with memories and dreams.As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks like a celestial artist gone wild, Pollyanna sat on her bed, her legs swinging. She might be in a strange place, with an aunt who seemed about as cuddly as a cactus, but she was determined to find the silver lining.Pollyanna's optimism was like a tiny seed planted in that attic room. And even though the soil might seem a bit rocky right now, that little seed was ready to grow into something beautiful.As she lay in bed that night, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, Pollyanna's mind was racing. She had a secret, a special trick that always helped her find happiness even in the toughest times. It was like a superpower, really. And tomorrow, she was going to start sharing it with everyone in this big, chilly house. Starting with Nancy, the friendly housemaid she'd met earlier. Pollyanna couldn't wait to see how her little game would change things around here. As she drifted off to sleep, a smile played on her lips.