I sat in my fathers blue chair yesterday. It smells like him. I curled up in it and hugged it with my eyes shut. It's not easy hugging a Lay-Z Boy recliner. When I opened my eyes, I saw one small white hair. I just stared at the hair, not breathing, not moving, so not to make it fly away carelessly with my breath. It's all that's left. That little hair. All the fighting, all the agony in this blue chair. This white little hair is all that's left.
