I Got Locked out of My Own House

Here’s what I learned.

Photo by Maxim Zhgulev, Unsplash

It’s 12:30 p.m. and I have no idea what’s about to come.

I was drinking a coffee and reading my Kindle on the outside porch. All of my other belongings, including my cell, were in the house.

Rachel, my step-mother, came to let me know that her and Arielle (my sister) had to run a couple of errands. Arielle needed a new computer for school as the Chromebook was no bueno for her needs. BrandsMart, aka Best Buy on steroids, was still open amidst the quarantine. Essential needs, everyone.

20 minutes pass and I’m still reading my Kindle. I want to go inside to get some water.

Warning: What you’re about to see is a reenactment of the scene. Viewer discretion advised.

Reenactment of the scene. Photo by the author.

And boom! Just like that, I cannot enter the house.

There was no way back inside. I don’t even have a key for this door. And even if I did, that wouldn’t have mattered as I left my keys right next to my iPhone.

But all is good in the Levy household. Despite not having any concept of time or space (my Kindle’s clock was wrong), I managed to enjoy a…