Dear Grey Faux Velvet Easy Chair That We Donated to the Church Youth Group Room,
I’ve never felt completely right about how things ended between you and our family.
Everyone thought it was so cool of us to donate you. Truth is – and I hate to even write this to you, but I think you know it already – they were doing us a favor by accepting you. All the hours you spent with our dad when he was sick should have won you our loyalty.
Instead, when J asked if it was OK for him to sit on you during youth group or did one of us want to … I shuddered. I was sure I would be able to feel the sickness crawling off your fuzzy skin. I didn’t know why he couldn’t.
I don’t know where you went from there, Grey Faux. Hope it was somewhere you could be loved. Where you could leave your history in the past and start fresh.
You served my dad well. Maybe we should have treated you differently. Not left you in a room where you would be alone 95% of the week. I’m sorry. If you ever need anything, I hope you know you only have to ask.
-e.