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“Quick Muna, get in my closet and be quiet,” I whispered, as I heard the loud pound on my bedroom door.
My father began yelling, “Isabel why is your door locked? Didn’t we ask you kids to always leave your bedroom doors unlocked? Open up.”
I went and unlocked the door and Dad came in, looking around, wondering what I had been up to. His eyes caught a pair of bra and panties scattered about and he immediately excused himself, feeling embarrassed. I quickly shut the door and locked it after him.