I looked seemingly everywhere for them. I feared I might have to shell out for a locksmith.
You dummy, I scolded myself.
But today, my sister and niece came to visit. While playing outside, my niece saw my keys under the porch.
"Thanks, sweetie," I say, blushing while taking them.
"Welcome," she says, grinning.
I still feel like a dummy, but now I feel a lot better.