The Jewelled Moth

‘You’d sleep the whole day through if we let you,’ Mum said, shaking her head at Mei, but her eyes were twinkling. ‘You must get those lazy bones from your Dad’s side of the family.’
Dad made a shocked face, as if he was mortally offended, then jabbed playfully at Mum with his newspaper. She pretended she was going to retaliate with the rolling pin, then shrieked and dived behind Mei’s chair, laughing, as Dad got to his feet to give chase.
Mei couldn’t help laughing too, and in the corner, the green parrot squawked happily as though he were joining in. It was quite as if the tense conversation she had heard through the door had never happened, and she almost began to wonder if she had imagined those serious, fearful voices. They