My mother was clearing out my old bedroom to prepare for my move back home. I noticed a small yellow plastic chair in the corner and it made me feel uncomfortable. I asked her to leave it. I remembered that yellow chair vividly, it was part of a children's play-desk set.
Growing up, my family didn't have very much money and that was one of the nicer things she had purchased for me. I always loved how bright and vibrant that chair was, it still is.
I was 5 years old when she left me at home with my grandmother to run errands one day. I thought that it would be a great idea to take a black sharpie and draw a huge smiley face on the back of it.
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