dad's chair

A chair in the middle of the living room.Caramel brown, worn down, always facing the TV.This is a memory about growing up in the kind of house that felt loud, imperfect, and completely whole, until one day it wasn’t.About what stays behind when everything else changes.And how certain objects quietly hold onto the feeling of a life that used to exist.hosted by Kathy Patalskyhealthyhappylife.comIG: KathyPatalsky + notes.kathy