I never actually fully realised what exactly was my Dad's job, as far as I he was an explorer, but that was until February 26th the day he came back from one of his expeditions.
My Mum tapped her fingers impatiently against the dining room table. He was late, as usual.
"Mum we both know he won't be here for probably another hour can't I just go back up to my room?" Tom moaned
"Know, He promised he wouldn't be late this time." She snapped
"Why don't we wait another 30 minutes okay?" I compromised after all he did promise, he wouldn't be late this time, it was his twentieth wedding anniversary for crying out loud.
"Shut up ugly." He retorted
"Tom, don't speak to your sister like that" Mum scolded
"Tom, when will you learn that your pesky insults always cease to offend me, why bother?"
Tom just stuck his tongue out; I stifled a laugh knowing that even though he was awful at insulting people laughing at him would just make him angrier.
He was right though, about me being ugly, he was blessed with looking like an angel and I was stuck with mousy brown hair and poo-ish coloured eyes.
My and Tom's bickering came to a halt as soon as we heard the key turning in the front door.
"Dad!" Tom got up from the table and sprinted to the hallway.
It amazes me how only moments ago Tom was complaining about Dad's tardiness and now he was running and hugging him; maybe it's just the beauty of being a nine year old.