furniture...

there is one piece of furniture in my house that has a story behind it. it is a piano that the guy who pays piano at my church plays. His name is Mr. Charnick, to me, and he came and talked to my parents one Sunday. He said that he had a whole piano, and he was willing to give it to us, for free! my brother and sister were both learning how to play, so we accepted, and he brought it to me the next day. it had been payed in our church a lot of times, and it was now it my house. i have payed it many times, and my family is glad to have this piece from our church in our house. the only bad thing is that my mother broke the chair that went with the piano, but now we have a different chair.