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 ask a neighbor for help, and he managed to do it using another tool. He broke the hasp, the door finally opened, but then it needed someone to weld (soldar) the metal back together.

A few days earlier, my mom had randomly noticed that there was a welder around the corner, so she went to look for him—and that was it.

The problem was solved around noon.

When I got back home, everything looked as if nothing had happened. 

Shortly afterward, while I was washing the dishes, I caught the blender jar just in time before it hit the floor. I stood there for a second, staring at it like, Really? Again?

But the cherry on top was when I grabbed my bath towel and pulled it off the clothesline so forcefully that the entire clothesline fell. So I had to delay my shower and fix that setback.

Definitely, all my luck went into that exam!

PS: Sometimes I can be a bit clumsy.