I Was About to Get Rid of My Grandma’s Armchair When Her Cat Revealed What She Had Been Hiding Inside All Along

alone.

I sorted books, packed dishes, donated clothes, and labeled boxes.

By the end of each night, I was exhausted.

Yet, somehow, the yellow armchair remained untouched.

I always found a reason to leave it until tomorrow.

One afternoon, my friend Nora stopped by to check on me.

She found me sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by boxes.

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