Here's a door. A grand door. Beautifully carved out of ply painted in dainty white. And I'm silently standing outside, waiting for it to open. There's a whole new world behind that door, a life that I lived in last 27 years. My childhood, my growing up, my turning into an adult, my foolish moves, idiotic decisions, and all crazy things that I ever did together with some intelligent things that I did though quite less in number. All of them, yes, all of them are well preserved there.
And I know there are bunches full of embraces from my mom and dad awaiting me to open the door and rush to have them all. All those chocolate cakes that my mom baked on my birthdays, when I was in school, all the beautiful goodies that my dad would bring me when he'll go shopping, those chocolates, pencil-colours, drawing books, games, comics, books, and so much more. I know they are all safe out there, nothing has been damaged at all. Not even a scratch has touched them.
But the only thing is that the door is latched from inside, I don't have a key to it and nobody is opening it for me... So many times I shouted, screamed, knocked the door and asked dad on the other side of the door to come and open it for me, but nobody listens, not even him.... :(
