Superman!

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We were in our room chilling. 

It was a normal day like any other

except

dad couldn't find mom.

It all started normally, then it evolved...

like one of those thrillers you see on TV.

It was heart pumping and horrifying.

Dad searched and searched round the house until he came to their bathroom door.

It was locked.

He called for her once, twice, thrice, 

his voice getting louder with each attempt.

No response.

A fourth, a fifth, a sixth,

his voice now holding a desperate plea

Nothing on the other end.

By then, we had come out of our room, crowding around him, all paralyzed with fear.

Dad began to hit the door.

With each hit, it came further and further away from the hinges.

We were all wracked with fear, wondering what lay behind the soon-to-be non-existent door.

A final heave and it came crashing down.

Like a prelude to her exit, out strolled our mother, side stepping the wrecked door whilst rubbing her hair with a towel.

Confused?  

So were we.

Mom had been in the shower, head buried underwater so she couldn't hear all the commotion.

Mom was fine. 

We were crippled with the relief that flooded us at the knowledge.

But that wasn't the only emotion in the air.

While mom was laughing at our predicament,

dad was steaming.

He had to buy a new door.