I bought the high chair at a rummage sale. It was wooden with chipped, white paint flaking the sides. I had known from the moment I saw it that I wanted it to be mine. It reminded me of high
2am. The clock said 2 am. Sitting up in bed watching the minutes go by. Begging the clock to go faster. If just for this night I needed it go faster. My hands clutching onto the side of my hair.