I took my seat at the dining table. The same seat I've had since I was able to reach it. As my family begins to eat the food cooked together by everyone, I can’t help but look at all the things my chair has gone through with me.
I think chairs at the dining table are pretty symbolic, everyone decorates and cleans their own chair. When you earn a chair at the table, it's as though you've become a part of the family.
Yes, this seat has been with me since I was a child, but I've not always been at the table. I used to despise sitting at the table. Having to smile at my family members no matter how angry I was because, "Sweetheart, do not bring negative matters to the table, only positivity is allowed."268Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs6n4kMkoME
Oh how I loved having to practice the piano for two hours straight and getting scolded for the slightest slip up but have to instantly change my mood when it was time for lunch.
As a child, I could never understand the reasons for which they scolded me. I would yell back excuses to their reprimandings. But now? I understand.
The scolding was to teach me to be resilient and all the time they spent forcing me to practice piano was all so that I could have a good future.
It's going to be my eighteenth birthday soon. I don’t think I'll be painting over my chair like the others. I think...
I think I like all the scars that this chair bears. From every sign if rebellion taken out on the chair to the small homework reminders I would write myself. Granted, I'm going to need some plaster or glue.
One of the legs decided to break off due to all the stress it was under. I'm on the floor now but, I don't think I've ever felt more at home, laughing with my family at myself.
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