The Lock In
I hope the Trips enjoy my story. I remembered clearly, the Trips could of been about two and a half years old. It was nap time, and although they were Trips, I always got them to take a nap around the same time.
On this nap time, something went wrong. I never close the bedroom door because I always wanted to hear if someone would call. Eventually, nap time was over and the door was shut tight. I could not get into the bedroom, neither could the Trips get out.
Here I am, assuring them that every thing will be ok, but I could not convince Elly, and once she began to cry everyone began crying.
I tried my best to stay calm, so I ran down to the basement in search for some type of tool to take that door off it’s hinges. I found a Crow Bar, but to a Trinidadian woman it’s known as a Pig Foot.
When I was done with the door, you could have lifted the poor door from side to side.
Now my faith began when BARRY walked in from work. He was greeted by “DADDY, DADDY, Erica broke the house!” While all three escorted him upstairs to see the damage, I on the other hand was sitting quietly downstairs in fear of what might be the outcome.
On their return BARRY asked, “Erica are you ok?” I answered quietly, ” yes.” He then went on saying, “Don’t be afraid, thank you for your quick thought, without calling 911.”
“The door can be REPLACED but the Trips are IRREPLACEABLE.”
Gone but not forgotten Barry will always be remembered by Papie and Erica.
Erica Glenda Mclucas was the Trips wonderful babysitter and caregiver from 3 months to 3 years old.