My parents have a massage chair that I love using. When they first got it, they wanted to buy a second. I don’t hear them talking about it much anymore. When I visit, I can’t wait to use it.
My mom was showing my sister, Hannah, and my dad the jewellery she bought for herself and for my sister. While they were passing gold around, I was sat in the massage chair, enjoying my life. Every so often, I’d hear them laughing. I’d look up to see them all staring at me. Laughing.
Hannah and my sister think I look more stressed when I’m in that chair than I do relaxed. I can’t convince them of just how much I enjoy it. My sister took a picture as proof.
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