I sit in the corner and wait for them to come home. It is a lonely time, and place for that matter, but I do my job and do it well.
When they do arrive, there is noise and busyness aplenty. Mother helps the children with their coats while Father heads towards the kitchen to start supper. The children kick off their boots and I feel the wetness of a damp umbrella slide into my base. Mother drapes the coats across my arms and I caress them.
There I stand, basking in the warm love hoping that they never leave.