Of doors and hallways.

If these doors could speak, they will be telling you stories that make us human; stories that were etched on their surface, each begging to be heard: A yearning father asking for more time for his 5 year old child. A newborn’s first cry and a father’s excitement for his junior. A husband, whisphering to his comatose wife, singing their love song. An abandoned old man’s plea for him to be visited by his children on his birthday. An ECG flat line sound. A cancer patient’s silent prayer for a smooth chemotherapy.  A dying man’s last breath. Misery. Pain. Sorrow. If these doors could speak, would you dare
listen?

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