The Green Chair and The New Chair.

I had an armchair I loved. I have had it since I was four. I knew it was silly, but I loved that chair. It was called the Green Chair. My family is not the most creative, and you can't change much as a four-year-old.

I also have a grandma. I call her Mema. She likes to clean. She does not like it when things are not clean. That chair was not clean. Plus, it was too big to be washed. Nobody else loved that chair like I did. It was old and gross. I had stains. Why would they keep it? They loved me but didn't have the time. One day, I came home from school a day before Thanksgiving. It was gone. In its place was an ugly, ginger-ish-colored armchair. My Green chair was thrown off the porch.

I was devistated.

Soon, my grandma came and left, and I refused to sit in The New Chair.

A month went by, an I  still hadn't sat in the chair, but one day I went into the living room to watch TV. Forgetting the Green chair was no longer there; I sat in The New Chair!

But to my surprise, it was really comfy. It was perfect. Why hadn't I given it a chance?

I am so glad we got that chair, though.