An Actual Fucki...An Actual Fucking Door

I’m just standing here, between the mudroom and kitchen, like I’ve done my whole life. You probably ran through me a hundred times as a kid, didn’t even notice I was here. Sometimes you’d slam me shut playing tag, other times you’d prop me open on hot summer days. I’ve seen birthdays, holidays, family dinners - all the little moments that made this house a home. My hinges might creak now, but I’ll keep doing what doors do - hold space for whatever comes next.