I Let the Burglar In

Last wednesday, right before the Pageant, I left the house around six twenty in the morning... unconscious of the crime about to take place in our very home....
I was waiting in my usual position for the bus with the skate board in my hands.
At home, I was unaware that this small, thin and strange man entered our compound and managed to get into my grandmother's home. My grandmother was there, lying on the sofa, taking a short nap with her back on the sight of the thief.
I was so annoyed because, as always, the PVP Liner Bus hasn't arrived yet. It would always be like that. Maybe the drivers are lazy. But I should've thought of the door I left open when I left the house. But I wasn't aware that a thief managed to go upstairs and spy on the sleeping people in the bedrooms.
He could not come any closer. He feared of getting caught. He was in too deep now. So, he thought of grabbing the first thing that comes to his hands: some old shoes.
My brother went in and went into the bathroom. He noticed some figure rushing out of the house. But he wasn't able to figure who it was.
The thief left our house with some pair of old shoes in his sinful fingers. And he should've thanked me for opening the door for him.
He should've thanked my stupidity.
Because I was there, knowing nothing about my fault. I found a bus and was very thankful I was going to make it on time at school. But that grace worth three old shoes...
By the way, last week, somebody just stole our bicycle; the fifth of its kind to be stolen from us.
Damn...