Physics and I? I think so. Part II
There were ten minutes left before the exam started. I got a text saying, “We already found the keys. Don’t worry.” I didn’t really buy that, but I appreciated the gesture from my mom and sister. Later, my mom called me again to tell me they had found the keys. I just said, “Okay.” I thought, “Well, if they’re lying to me, it’s because they want me fully focused on the exam, so I’m going to honor that.” When I got back home around 2 p.m., thanks to Rebeca’s dad—who usually drives me close to home (and for that, I’m really grateful)—everything looked normal. The upstairs door was open, and the padlock showed no damage. I was like… How? Here’s how: My mom got off work early, and by 10:30 a.m. she was already at home and knew about the situation. So when my sister got back home after dropping me off, they immediately stepped in to save the day. Their first plan was for my mom to grab a handsaw (serrucho) and try to break the hasp , not the lock—but it didn’t work. So my mom went to ...
