I’m not sure what to write about today, so I think I’l tell you the story of our front door. The front door of our little shop is bright yellow. But it wasn’t always bright yellow. We used to have a regular, old, boring, brown and black door. But then one day a woman came into our store. Her hair was that of gold and her eyes were bright green. She had a smile that looked like laughter. She walked in the front door and in a beautiful American accent asked my father where the bathroom was. He pointed it out to her and she did her thing. But when she came out of the restroom she started talking to my dad. They talked and talked. But that wasn’t the weirdest part (my dad hardly says more than five words to his customers). They were laughing! And a lot! She said she had to go, but that she was interested in purchasing some lights, so she’d be back tomorrow.
The next day, I couldn’t believe how many times my dad walked to the front of the store and looked out our circular windows down the street. It was about a half of an hour before we were scheduled to close, when this lady walks in. My dad lit up. She told him the types of lights she was looking for, he showed them to her, and then before you could say barn lights, she was out the door with her new purchase of lights.
On the way out the door, she smiled a glowing smile and said, you really should fix this door. My dad just stared blankly after her, almost as though he were start struck. She left and for the next week it rained. I had never seen my dad so low and lonely. Once the rain dissipated, my dad fixed the door and painted it yellow.
“The color of her smile,” He said.