Dad finally looking up from newspaper classifieds after I repeat myself. Glasses on nose, pen in hand, notepad on kitchen table.
Mom sewing on the living room sofa in front of the window. Glasses at the end of her nose. Intent yet enjoying her weekly blast of dong fang Billy.
Bro still on his bed at 11.35am. Mobile in hand, pillow in arm, he looks at me as I pass his room. The singlet-tan he got from the marathon still visible.