She would be sitting here if she wasn’t on her bed. Once she got home from work and started watching her Korean soap operas, she would spend her time on this chair. I would find her sitting here when I would arrive home from work and would lie on her bed until she decided she wanted to lie down already. I remember all the nights while she was lying on her bed and I sat here telling her all about my day, listening to her advice about how she’d handle different situations at work. I even talked to her about boys. Many of her cross-stitches were made while she sat here; she even worked on puzzles while sitting on this sofa.
It just sucks that it’s empty now.