| PT 3 - this momentous day
The title of this door he knew quite well for it is a day that he has not truely celebrated for quite some time the momentous day that he entered this world he stood there watching in awe as he saw his parents as they were then so young, so full of hope anticipating the new life that they had created together he heard the screams of his mother felt her pain from within as she struggled to bring forth her one and only son his father by her side holding her hand wiping her brow taking the abusive words she flung at him in stride then it happened and he took his first breath the shrill cries filled the room as he voiced his displeasure at his interrupted slumber at his tearing from security when the nurse placed him in his mothers arms He saw his parents share a look that he had seen so many times before yet never so filled with so much love as it was now. he could feel the tenderness in his mothers embrace and the completeness of finally being a family the man he had become never realized how wonderful this could truely be |
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| as a tear traveled down his face
he looked once more on the picture before him and missed his family more then he had since he began this quest for knowledge turning away towards the door again the maternity ward nurse caught his eye and he looked up she was waiting for him it seemed she smiled and handed him a small package with shaky hands he took what she offered cradling it carefully he continued to the door back to the hallway he turned and looked inside again as the door slowly shut to witness this most momentous day one last time then it closed and he was alone once more on the outside of the door. remembering the package he slowly removed the tissue paper within, he found a bracelet tiny, plastic, and faded with time peering closely, he could just make out the names of his parents an identity bracelet the same one he must have worn after he was born, before he was taken home he clutched it to his chest and silently cried cherishing this keepsake of a day that until now he had only heard stories about leaning against the door to his birth he thought of his parents of their love for him and for each other a love that transcended everything else he wept for a time until he felt he could continue when he was calm once again he moved on to the next door |
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