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Chapter 54

I look around the room at the furniture that Momma got after her parents died. Two antique purple chairs, a chest, coffee table, lamps, a leather chair, dinning room table with matching chairs, a big screen television, rugs, plates, and silverware. Nothing is the way it was when Momma first took it. 

The dinning room chairs are breaking in various places. The purple antique chairs are fraying and falling apart. The legs are wobbly, probably loose screws but they will not get fixed. Momma and Matt do not fix anything, even if it came from a loved one. 

Matt grabs the chairs and takes them out to the back yard to the big burn pile. He throws them one at a time into the pile then pours gas all over them. He lights the match and I watch in disgust as the chairs ignite in flames. Nana's stuff burning before my vary eyes.

Chloe was so angry as was I. Nana had left it to us. It had sentimental value. The chairs could have been saved, could have been fixed. The bottom line was it came into the hands of the two people who didn't care about anyone of anything. Two people who consumed then discarded everything they touched. 

When the fire died down, I went out there and began sifting through the ashes, All that remained of my Nana's antique chairs was metal wire. I started sifting through more of the ash. There had to be something, anything. 

My hands feel something solid. I quickly grab it and pull it up. A wooden leg. Funny isn't it. The only thing I have left of my Nana is a wooden chair leg. I tuck it under my shirt and run back inside. I carefully walk to my room and shut the door. I reach under my bed and pull out one of my boxes and hide inside the box. I shove the box back under my bed. 

I wanted to keep it. I wanted to keep it forever. It was all that was left of Nana's stuff. It was all I had left of Nana. I know that once the other things break down even more that more of Nana's belonging will make their way to the pile. It is only a matter of time.