THE MISSING KEY.

THE MISSING KEY
 “LINDA!!” Dad called my name...
If dad called any of us the way...
he was calling me now, we
know there was trouble and
trouble with my dad was hell.
When angry
with anybody in the house, he
would use very derogatory
words ensuring that his victim
looked and felt as foolish as
ever. He would
attack your self esteem and
make you hate yourself.
I was putting on my socks when
dad called.
“Yes dad!” I relied and quickly
came out of my room to meet
him, wondering what I had done
wrong this morning. He hardly
interacts
with anyone on week day’s
mornings.
“Where is the exit door key?” he
asked immediately I came out.
“I don’t know where it is,’ I
replied defensively. He was
asking like he was sure I was
with it.
“You were doing your homework
on the dining last night when
your mum dropped the key,
didn’t you see it?”
“No dad,” I replied as he
immediately shifted his
attention back to mum who was
still looking around confused.
Ada came out from her room;
she had not yet taken her bath.
I think she wasn’t having an
early lecture this Monday
morning. I
sometimes wonder what sort of
school she was going. She does
not wear any school uniform
like me and John. She
sometimes comes home
very early or even stays at home
without going to school for a
whole day.
“Ada, do you happen to know
where the exit door key is?”
Mum spoke up this time
around.
“Isn’t it on the dining table?”
“It wouldn’t be on the dining
and we would be looking for it.”
Dad injected. He raised his
hands helplessly. “Can
somebody locate
this key so that I will leave this
house? What sort of joke is
this?”
Ada and mum started all over
again to search all corners of
the sitting room. John came out
from the kitchen and walked
into his
room, he didn’t want to be
around dad. I also left them and
got back into my room to finish
dressing up for school. I didn’t
think
the key was missing. I was
almost sure that the key would
be found, dads irritated mood
was only making it look bad.
The time was almost 7.30am; I
hoped the key would be found
soonest so that I don’t miss the
school bus. Nobody was even
talking
about breakfast; well mum will
bring my lunch box for me
later. She would drop at the
school gate and the guard
would help her
bring it to me......
'7.35am'
By now dad was burning in
anger. He stood helplessly and
observed as Mum and Ada
continued to look around for
the key. He obviously
didn’t know the next thing to
do. They repeatedly searched
where they had already
searched. He looked at them
like they were silly.
“Will you continue to search the
same place all day? How do you
feel doing that?” Dad calmly
asked. Neither mum nor Ada
was sure
the question was directed at
them. They stopped and looked
at him. It was obvious that the
anger he felt had heated his
whole
system that his whole body
organs should have started
dissolving by now.
Who could be holding the key?
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