At midnight, I received a call from my father telling me not to come home. “Remain where you are.” A few minutes later, my street was encircled by police vehicles.
My phone rang out of the blue as I was leaving a birthday party. I assumed my father was phoning to see what time I would be home because it was already late.
However, I could see his voice was shaking when I responded. “Don’t come home,” he replied hesitantly. Remain at your current location.
It shook me to my core. He didn’t directly respond when I asked him what was happening. “Trust me, stay there,” he said again. Stay away from home.
I was unsure about what to do for a little while. I had already parked my car at the corner of our street. However, I wasn’t sure if I should follow my father’s advice or turn around and head home.
Blue lights appeared out of nowhere, followed by police cars pulling onto my street. I was overcome with panic. Why were the police present?
Nothing negative ever happened in the tranquil neighborhood where I lived. I was horrified to find out what had really transpired.
With my heart pounding, I remained motionless as I observed the blue lights flashing in front of my house.
A policeman then arrived to give an explanation of the incident.
Armed with a knife, a man had broken into the residence.
When he heard him, my father, who was inside, hurried to keep my mother safe.
Luckily, he had responded fast enough to disarm the invader before he could do any damage.
Although the adrenaline kept him composed, I could see by the look in his eyes that he was really shaken.
Even though the intruder had been taken into custody and the matter was resolved, I was still horrified to discover that I had nearly put myself in danger.
It never occurred to me that such a catastrophe could occur in our quiet neighborhood.
