Little Things

Master Detective

In your house, if anything is missing what will you do? Search around? Try to remember the last time you saw that? In my house there is only one answer. Call Dodo. Who's Dodo? That's me and 'Dodo' is my nickname (claps and confetti in the background). Not because I'm the suspect but because I'm the Master Detective in my house. Not bragging but I've an amazing skill of finding lost things. In fact, I'm kinda pro at this. But I never thought this would become a trap for me. Because nowadays if anything is missing, nobody in my house even bothers to search for it. They just yell my name. I'm unofficially assigned to do the job of finding not only Nemo but literally everything in my house. Even the things that I'm not even related to.

One day, my dad's dyeing brush went missing. As expected, the call comes - "DODO". I was damn busy searching BTS 'Go Go' Official MV. But I still managed to come downstairs and ask my dad 'what'.

"Did you see my dyeing brush?"

Asking me where his dyeing brush is! Like I've been using it daily to dye my jet black hair.

"How come I know that!  It's your brush. I don't need that."

"Then find it."

How can I refuse to do what my own father- who promised to buy me a BTS album- asked me to do? Impossible for a daughter like me with boundless filial love (obviously ). So I started my work.

When someone approach the detective with a case, he or she is subjected to be questioned by the detective for details.

"What's the colour of the brush?"

"Black."

"Where did you see it last time?"

"In bathroom shelf."

"Where's it now?"

"That's why I called you."

Right, makes sense. Back to work.

"When did you use it last time? "

"Two days ago."

Oh my God. It had been only two days since he dyed the last time! My dad, with dyed black hair, was self-proclaimed Orlando Bloom look-alike. Now he's Santa Clause's twin.

I said:

"Within one hour, brush is in your hands."

Challenging myself is my spirit. People call it overconfidence. I call it conviction unless I'm not the one who does it.

I started from the bathroom itself, searching every nook and corner thinking whether the brush had gone for any 'bathroom tour' by himself. What I found was only some expired shampoo and conditioners which were actively being used. I didn't bother to show it to my dad and make a ready-to-fail attempt of awareness class again because I know my parents trust expired products more than their alive daughter.

There were no traces of dyeing brush in bathroom as well as in bedroom. Next is kitchen. Don't ask me why do you check dyeing brush inside kitchen. For an experienced detective like me, with many service experiences like finding out TV remote from washing machine and thermometer from biriyani, this is just a normal thing. Part of the investigation.

I checked the whole kitchen, store room, balcony, dining room, everywhere. I found the torch that disappeared five months ago, the dustbin lid that went missing a year ago and a nail clipper that was lost even before I was born. Everything was found but the dyeing brush. When I did all these search, there was my dad humming an old melody(?), checking cricket updates. Yeah, it always happens. Once the duty is handed over to me, they just chill out. I regretted my decision of making one hour challenge.

I went outside with my further investigation. Rockey's kennel was the prior investigation area. Rockey had a beautiful habit of bringing everything that he bites to the kennel. And to get things back, one needs to kneel down before him. Otherwise a grown man can't enter his little home. I did the same but didn't enter because Rockey's face was apparently asking 'what's your death wish'(may be he's Ko Mun Yeong's fan). I kept a neat distance from him and began to search around the surroundings. After circling my house premises three times, I went back inside to rest in the couch for a minute. Meanwhile, in the other end of the couch, there sits Mr. Orlando Bloom.

"Dad, you dyed?!"

"Dodo, you're back. Yeah, I dyed."

"Where did you get the brush from?"

"Oh, I forgot. Your mom had borrowed it from me."

"You didn't ask her before? "

"No, I just called you. Didn't you ask her?"

Nice.

"Why didn't you tell me that you found it?"

"You were outside. Oh, wait. You were still searching?!"

"No. I was feeding the lovebirds."

Thanks. I resign.

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