The life of a door

There was once a door that stayed fixed at the entrance of a mansion that had bedrooms more than ten where wealth could be seen through behaviour of children who drooled on the walls with a fountain pen the house was massive and so was the architecture marble flooring each room has a painting being purchased from those exhibitions and art galleries where the price can cause pulse rate to drop of an average human being the house looked perfect from far yet inside there was a conflict going around in each day what happened all of a sudden that family who stayed together cracked jokes was suddenly moving away from each other in midst of all these conflicts the door had its own emotions he felt those bouts of anger when it was being banged so many times that it lost count on how many bruises and fractures he had to suffer the other doors of the house cried they had the same tale to tell the doors said we remember how out of finest wood being cut and chosen by our owners then those pieces were carefully cut and axed then being attached together the first door was made ,

The entrance door said in a proud tone I was the first one to be fixed in this house and protect this house from strangers before opening they always ask who is there at the door?? And they always put lock around my handle so that thieves don't enter yes true Said the other doors by using finest cloth was being cleaned especially during festivals felt so nice as being free of all dust that gets accumulated each day now they all want share in the property everything in this house will be divided so will each one of us be part of this division too said the other doors yes we will be removed and taken away yes till then lets hope things resolve soon wish they realised how we feel being banged broken by insensitive human beings staying here.