My Sister Brought My Mother’s Bank Statement to My Door

sit in the broken IKEA chair anymore.

I had bought myself a new one.

Solid wood. Ugly as hell. Mine.

If this hit close to home, send it to someone who’s always the one expected to understand. They might need the chair too.

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