The Rocking Chair
 After long days of working my parents would sit in there rocking chair just rocking back and forth just resting themselves from the day they had. Everyday they would just sit there from sun up and sun down just sitting rocking, talking, and I would sit on the stairs playing with my dolls. They been gone for so long but there chair still rocks every time I look, it’s like there spirit is always there in that chair just rocking like they never left. 

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