I Kept Coming Home to a Toothpick in the Lock—Instead of Calling the Police, I Took Revenge on My Own Terms
After a long shift, I came home and couldn’t open my door — someone had shoved a toothpick deep into the lock. My brother helped me get it out, but the very next night, it happened again.
He set up a hidden camera, and to my surprise, the culprit was a little girl in a bright yellow raincoat. She tiptoed up nervously and poked the keyhole before running off.
When I gently confronted her, she admitted she was trying to “break” the lock so someone would come fix it—like her dad used to. Her father, a handyman, had fallen ill and gone away, and she missed him terribly.
I invited her to help me with small repairs instead. Slowly, she opened up, sharing stories about her dad and fixing a broken toy car with me, saying, “It feels like Dad helped me one more time.”
Months later, I found a dusty toolbox in my garage that belonged to her dad, Tomas. Returning it to her, she started calling herself “Little Tomas” and even made a sign for her new fix-it service.
The toothpick prank was never about trouble—it was a child’s way of keeping her dad’s memory alive. And through it, I found a new friend and a beautiful lesson: sometimes, the smallest gestures hold the greatest meaning.
So if you ever notice something strange, look deeper. You might find a story waiting to be told.
