Numerous generations of the same family had passed through it. In each hand that held it, it experienced a range of feelings. It had seen young Timmy grow up to marry his childhood bestfriend. His father’s aged hands held it with years of wisdom passed through to the study until he could no longer read. Timmy’s height and age were recorded on it from years past. At last, a maintenance guy put his hands on its hinges and held the screw driver up to it.

"This is your moment. Let's send you on your way to a new journey.”

The door grinned as its hinges gave way.

“How refreshing," it thought.