A Greatly Embellished Masterpiece by Jayla

When I was nine years old, I believed solely that doors were to let people in and let people out. That when my bald, grouchy grandpa and loud, energetic grandma burst  into my room, they had to go through the door- that let people in and let people out. I believed that doors did not have metaphorical meanings, but like everything else in this world,  it appears they do.  

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There are doors everywhere in this world. I have just failed to notice them. I have failed to notice the doors I put up around my heart that my friends have to break down to get the real Jayla, or my room door I lock when I had a really bad day and I just want to watch sad movies and listen to sad music, or even the bathroom door my older sister shuts and doesn’t open it for another century. These doors all have meaning if you think deeply enough. 

My sister shuts her door in my face. She would literally shut the door in my face. Being the younger sibling, all I wanted was to be like her, so it hurt when she shut the door in my face because I didn’t feel accepted into her own little teenage world. But the days where my sister left the door creaked open (on accident) and I heard what song she was listening to, I instantly bought it on my iTunes, even if I didn’t like the roaring guitar in the background or the whole song in general–I learned to cope. I knew if Keyah liked it ,I would have to like it. The days my sister left her door creaked open, I felt like she really did love me, like she did enjoy being my sister. I felt accepted by my sister. But then she would notice her door wasn’t closed all the way and shut it in my face. 

Instead of doors just being in our world to let people in and to let people out, I’ve learned doors accept people into your life, even if the person is your annoying, not cool, unpopular little sister. Doors are important–metaphorically and literally.

-Jayla, “Doors”