“I can’t leave this behind”. She wailed.
“But why? It’s not easy to lug it around, when movement is uncertain.”
“My grandma enjoyed the outdoors with us on this chair – in the garden, on the beach and wherever our fancy would take us.”
“I’m sure you don’t want her to see fire raining from a war-torn sky.”
“She already did. She is no more with us.”
He looked pensive. They’ll carry essentials to be refugees in a foreign land, but the memories of more will always haunt.
Grandma won’t be happy seeing us like this, with or without the chair.