I remember when I was just 6 years old, having lived in the US for only 2 years I was living in married student housing with my parents who had moved to Austin, TX on a scholarship. We saw a sign on the laundry mat for something called a La-z-Boy for sale. My parents got so excited and the next thing I knew, we had the most amazing, comfortable recliner chair I've ever had the pleasure of lounging on in our living room. I learned my times tables on that chair, chatted with my first internet boyfriend, threw grapes at my sister, cried myself to sleep in that chair. I can't thank my La-z-boy enough for the memories it gave me. To me she was not only a chair, but a friend, a friend and a confidant.
Years later when we moved out of our apartment, we passed the chair and the memories on. A quaint, unassuming, Peruvian family that seemed just as excited as we once had been to have the chair in their lives. Now many years have passed and deep down inside I wonder where she is, what she's doing, and who's confiding in her too.