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The door leading to the space was dubbed “The 5th door” because of the label left on it by the builder of her home. It was left on the door for days as they unpacked, cleaned and organized their new home. The strange thing was, they tried figuring out why it was labeled the 5th door just for fun, and it made no sense at all to them. It didn’t matter what logical order the doors were counted in, this door just didn’t fall in that position. It may have been labeled for another home but the mysterious number encouraged the naming of the door that became an inside family joke, and over the years they actually referred to it as the fifth door.
The contents of the room guarded by the fifth door were out of sight and out of mind to everyone until curious twelve year old Danielle became lethargic half way through her dad’s request to pack away her suitcases in the storage room in the basement. She instead went to the small space that served as refuge for several plastic storage containers the size of laundry baskets, but covered and without the vertical slots that allows the dirty laundry to breath. A total of eight containers, each filled with documents, all sorts of documents, CD’s, diaries, binders and tons of photos were among the items.
This little discovery peaked her interest and fueled her desire to dig deep into the meaning behind especially the blue container with those numbers; to her it was not just another storage container. She was convinced it had answers to questions buried deep down inside of her, questions that will someday transform into voices yearning for answers.