She sat by the window as she had been doing the last hour waiting for her parents to come home. Her brother was in his favourite part of the attic, the little nook where they had built a fort out of the forgotten and discarded things that had made their way up here over the years. It had always been a little bit stuffy up here, full of dark corners where spiders would make their home but she and her brother enjoyed the gloomy space. It seemed to hold endless possibilities for adventure.
She smiled as she remembered the detailed pirate adventure her brother had made up just this morning. They had spent what seemed like hours running about yelling “Yarr!” and “Shiver me timbers!”, laughing and giggling. His imagination was extraordinary for a child so young. She remembered his cheeks flushed from the exertion, his eyes twinkling with delight, happy to just be playing with his older sister.
She turned to look at him and the smile faded. “It was an accident.” she said, practicing for when her parents finally came home.
“It was an accident.”