Two months ago, a family moved into a house around the block. Their house was two doors next to mine to be precise. The family got three wonderful daughters who sometimes come over for a drink and a cookie in my backyard. I don’t normally invite a number of guests into my personal space at once, but one day the youngest one climbed up my fence and the other ones followed her. I was in the middle of a confusion that day, so rather than screaming for help I just let them look around for a couple of hours.
From then, I started building a new door on my fence. I don’t know what the reason is, but they refuse to come in from the front door like normal people do. Although sometimes I pretended I wasn’t home, their laughter always feels like a good addition to my narrative.
Today I received a pot of flowers and a letter from them as they were moving to another city. I couldn’t say a few last words since I wasn’t home (I wasn’t good at it anyway), but they made sure that their gift was the first thing I found when I am arrived. I read a few sweetest lines and some other jokes on the letter and framed it. As I locked the door I recently built, I took the flowers out of the bag and placed it next to the spot. This door will definitely no longer be used.
The Loudest Backyard 