door
About a year ago, one of my home’s doors had to be broken in order to get one of my children locked inside, out. And now, a whole year later, I finally have a new door. When the workers came in to replace it with the new one, and proceeded to take the broken one out of the apartment, I was like, “Whoa, Misters!” I paid for the new door, there was no way I was going to let them just take it back to the workshop and chuck it in the shredding bin. Plus, that door has been with me for years now and I kinda get attached to things
This isn’t finished by the way. A long, long way to go.