When the world bit off more than it could chew, the little table stood tall and took everything with grace. Her legs stood proud, and she excelled at remaining incredibly still, even when facing her worst fears. 

She was a symbol of perseverance and strength, a beacon of hope for those striving for balance. The little table knew of her importance and wore it with excellence.

The little table was there for every card game, even the ones filled with over-explanations of the rules. She was there for every meal, the loud ones filled with laughter, and the silent ones filled with loneliness.

The little table was there for every occasion and dressed her best on the holidays! 

*ring ring* 

She was there when they got the call about their new job, the home was filled with excitement! Pride washed over her again as she held their coffee.

MOVERS

When the room started to fill with more boxes, the little table knew that change was on its way. Even through this, she was solid, giving stability when times were tough.

One day, all of a sudden she was brought to a new place, only this one had dozens of tables just like her all in different shapes, sizes, and colors. She was scared in this unfamiliar place.

 Each day she watched as people came in and out of the store. Some came in by themselves, some in a couple, some old, some young. With a smile on their face, they would take the other tables away.