everyday since then, like it was yesterday

I was on Ikea.com, looking for countertops, this is where I ended up.

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I think it was Graco, mine in yellow liver color.  That table was an engineering feat.  It didn't come off after I had rocked side-to-side and landed on the floor with an eyeball shaking 'thud*.  Like I fell on my shoulder, the table broke our fall, and it still didn't relent?

When I'd finally permanently broken the buckle to the seatbelt, she found a solution and tied something around my hips and the back of the chair.

I used to fight my punishment like a banshee, running crying writhing upon capture, dripping huge snots i'd choke up later.  Hyperventilating as the table clicked into place.  That chase for my life left my muscles so sore the next day. Eventually, I learned to turn on my alternate universe within an instant. They didn't have to leave me in my own universe. It was a choice.  By the time I'd return on my own accord, I woke up in a dark car in a parking lot I didn't recognize.

If I ever did anything bad, she'd get my attention, look at the chair in the corner and then back at me, back at the chair, pointing with her persed lips, and back at me with overjet teeth clenched and lips curled in.  That cold lump of burning in my throat, so thick I couldn't turn my head, the sudden tinnitus so loud I rushed to hold my eyeballs from squishing out.  If I was with a cousin or dad, I'd hear them calling my name from a precipice 1000 feet above, "Sunhee.  Hey Sunheeee.  How strange.  Ok we can play again another day, bye."