3034 Albany, Apt. 2A
I have been alone, for months. It seems now everyone wants something new and improved, updated to the latest craze of home décor. I creak because I am old. I have been pounded on and yelled at, hurt when the glass was thrown across my face. It shattered against my wooden frame, splinters flying everywhere. It scared me actually. I could feel your anger, your frustration, in the way you leaned into me. I don't understand what father did that angered you so. Feeling the weight of defeat on his shoulders, father decided it was time to head to bed. I wanted to comfort you, to make it better, but I couldn't. Not too many people can feel me, let alone hear me. I had to watch in silence while you worked through your frustration.