"Dad, are we done yet?" I whined. So far running errands with dad was exhausting. We were always racing off to handle a new problem that came up in an entirely different area.
"Almost, I just need to sign off these papers. Would you hand me that stack by the shelf? Thanks." he said.
"By almost, what do you mean exactly?" I asked. Knowing very almost was always so close yet so far.
"Well after this, if nothing else comes up, we go patrol the border. It's nearly six and I'm starving, whatever you mom's up to better include food." he answered.
At the mention of food my stomach growled. "I'm guessing you agree Taylor" dad said with a chuckle. I blushed and hid behind a stack of papers.
"I can't believe we still have patrol after this, we've been here for hours." I whined again.
I turned to continue organizing files on each pack transaction. "All in a day's work for your dad." he replied, still facing his work on his desk.
