Saved Once Again

Once again, Matt saved me.

The knob of our bathroom door was not the usual door knob, where there was one key to open it. It had a hole which you had to stick a very small screw driver, and somehow figure out how to turn the lock. I never learned how to open that door.

And tonight, Matt accidentally locked the door. "Uh oh, it got stucked." He said.

"Oh no! Why did you lock it Matt?!" I was very upset. Yes, I know he didn't mean to do it. But in my mind, I thought of the difficulty of having to figure out how to open the door.

I was not a tinker. Not like Matt's dad. If he were here, he'd be able to open it in a jiffy.

But he was not here. He was almost always not here.

And all I could do was scold Matt. And panic. And instantly call Matt's dad (even when I swore to myself I wouldn't). But as usual, no answer.

And in a shaky voice and teary eyes, Matt said: "O sige Mama, tatawagin ko si Mamai (his lola) or si Ate Gemma (his yaya). Ipapa-open ko yung door. Dito ka lang." And went down to call for help.

For a moment, I froze in embarassment. I was so helpless in such a very trivial situation. And there Matt was, taking charge of the moment again! In a few minutes, he was back with his yaya. And Ate Gemma was bringing a screwdriver and effortlessly unlocked the door.

I asked here how she opened the door. "Pasok mo lang ate, then turn." When I just tried to remember that, Matt took the screwdriver from Ate and re-enacted the steps of unlocking the door. "Pasok, then turn." Easy!

Then looking at me, he asked, "Hindi ka na galit Mama?" And I hugged him, and said sorry.