This blog is about my father’s room door. During the Corona Virus, my father is staying home all of the time, and when he is in his room I feel like he goes through this magical door into another country. If you don’t understand what I mean, I mean that when he goes through that door and starts to call someone from another country I feel like he’s just going to the other country in a second. Because he doesn’t come out of that door unless it’s dinner time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This blog is about my father’s room door. During the Corona Virus, my father is staying home all of the time, and when he is in his room I feel like he goes through this magical door into another country. If you don’t understand what I mean, I mean that when he goes through that … <\/p>\n