text: Harold sat there in the corner of the room envying the rest of the furniture, remembering the days he had first came home before the newer furniture came. He was showed off to the whole family and distant relatives, everyone wanted to sit in him. The woman of the house was so excited to show him off, “look at the new chair!” she’d say with such pride. Now, he was nothing. He stared at the new love seat and couch all day every day. He watched as they became the settings for new memories. He hated them but he couldn’t help but admire them. Flawless navy blue with tan trim and accent pillows to match his biggest rival, the accent chair. The chair he hated. He watched day after day as new seating arraignment slowly took over. He was once glorious, now he sat in the far corner of the room, from his angle you couldn’t even see the television! How insulting. *Why am I even here,* he asked himself? *Oh that’s right, the dog.* Harold was there for the dog. When he first came home the dog wasn’t even allowed to sit on him, now they let him sit, sleep, and claw his fabric to shreds. First thing he does every morning after the man leaves for work is jump on Harold with his dirty paws and start digging. Harold thought to himself *if my parents could see me now...* Harold’s parents were a beautiful loveseat and couch. They were such a beautiful family, dark green with matching pillows and pull away cushions for easy cleaning. Financed to the man and woman of the house for two years till they were finally paid off. The plastic over their fabric lasted nearly as long. But that was years ago, his parents had long been gone. Not even a picture from the good old days hung in the living room, they were a distant memory to him. Now he sat in the far corner, an adopted part of the living room family. On this particular day the man of the house came home from work and walked right to Harold. “well old buddy” he began, “we’ve shared some good times but it’s time for you to go to someone else.” Harold was amazed, he knew the day would come where he would be taken out but could this be, could he be a hand me down? Maybe he’ll go to a thrift store he thought, or maybe some friends of the family that took his parents will also take him! He overflowed with excitement. The man of the house squatted down and grabbed Harold with both hands and hoisted him up with a grunt. Harold and the man of the house had to maneuver just to fit through the front door. They went down the stairs and Harold soaked up the afternoon sun, it was a beautiful day outside and Harold enjoyed the day much from this view rather than looking out the small window he recently sat next to. They only got a few steps to the end of the driveway before the man of the house sat Harold down with a sigh. “wow, forgot how heavy you are” the man exclaimed. “well just one more thing” the man said before walking away. Harold heard something coming up from behind him, being dragged in the gravel. *Must be the push cart* he thought. Moments later the man walked past Harold dragging two garbage cans, He put a handwritten sign that said “free” in Harold’s lap and headed back into the house.