The door keeper

A small child comes to our home to visit, all of the doors are open..all except one..the first door on the left.. the small child opens the door a tad, just to peek in. Immediately the door keeper closes it and says abruptly to the child "We don't go in there" the door keeper, a mere 9 years old, shuffles the child down the hall being questioned the entire time on why they cannot go just look.. The door keeper finally gives in by simply stating "Its my sisters room".. "Oh" says the child and that is the end of the conversation.. Although what the door keeper doesn't know is that once in a while I catch the door keeper opening the first door on the left, he peeks in, looks around for a while, never once crossing the carpet into the room..he closes the door, keeping his hand on the knob for just a few seconds extra before walking away..I can only imagine what the keeper envisions when he surveys the room..perhaps he is imagining a small toddler playing with her toys, barely able to walk..she smiles when she see's him..she loved him so much.. the door keeper closes the door and walks to his door, he spends a little time alone while sitting on his bed deep in thought..missing her so much, but he barely speaks of her at all.. what an awful job this door keeper has assigned himself to do..a mere 9 years old, so somber..all over 1 door..the first door on the left..