Soft boots thumping on the sidewalk came up to join the families that stood waiting by the street. It was the longest you had ever been away from your dad - 2 whole months you had been at summer camp. And now you were back in your home city, taking in the familiar sights of the shops & restaurants as you peered out your window.

Mick stomped out the cigarette he had briefly been smoking, now looking for that head of yours as the buses pulled up. Kids spilled out & luggage was gathered, families being reunited as they made their way to their cars. He leaned against a lamp post & almost started to worry. Where were you?

Finally he saw your bus approach, his face lighting up as it stopped in the street. Kids from your cabin soon scattered out, & you soon followed - spotting the familiar face of your father.