Losing the Keys

Fecha Wednesday, 11 March 2009

It happened one Friday, when the weekend was starting. It was a bright, full of stars and cold night. I had to attend a neighbourgs’ association meeting. There, we had to work and prepare activities for this year, which made us work hard. After that, we started to chat cheerfully until we realized it was nearly three o’clock a.m. so we decided to cancel the meeting and come back home.

I usually take the keys in my bag, so when I went out I didn’t realize I had left them in another coat. As soon as arrived home I looked for the keys in my bag but they weren’t there. O.K.” I thought, I’m sure my husband or my son won’t have closed the door as I said to my husband when I left”. So I tried to open the door but it didn’t work, then I started to ring the bell once and again without success. At first I was calm and quiet, however I started to fell worried I hardly could believe that I had to stay outside all night, it was like a nightmare.

To make things worse, I didn’t have my mobile phone either so when I looked for it in my bag  it wasn’t there. Oh, my god, what can I do?’ Then, I drove down to town to make a phone call in case my husband or my son could hear the call phone.

It was all in vain. The door was locked and I’d have liked to lie down comfortably in my bed. But the die was cast. There was nothing else I could do but wait.
by Amada Lobo

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