The chair didn’t go with the rest of her furniture, and it barely fit in her tiny apartment. It was a heavy piece of dark oak transported from the other side of the country.
She kept the chair in the corner of her living room where it sat unused except when she needed an extra seat for company, or on days when she needed it the most.
When she came home exhausted or frustrated, she would pull out the old kitchen chair and sit down. She would feel the phantom touch of her grandmother’s hand on her shoulder, reassuring her.

The image in today’s post is Kitchen Chair by Sydney Roberts, shared under a Creative Commons 1.0 Universal License.

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