Some days, she feels like the extra chair no one sits in, useful but only if someone remembers they need it. She stays quiet, still, waiting for the moment she is either chosen or forgotten again.
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This is such a tender and poignant piece. 💔
The metaphor of the “extra chair” beautifully captures the quiet ache of feeling unseen, unchosen, or remembered only when needed
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This is such a tender and poignant piece. 💔
The metaphor of the “extra chair” beautifully captures the quiet ache of feeling unseen, unchosen, or remembered only when needed