In the evening, Claire was going to have dinner as usual with his family. When he came out of his room, he saw his mother cooking in the kitchen. Claire approached his mother and asked if there was anything he could do for her.
"Can you help me organize the tableware? The food will be done soon," his mother said.
"Yes, I will!" Claire took the plates, glasses and everything else and arranged them for four people on the table.
When he had just finished setting the table, he heard the front door open. It was seven in the evening and Claire's father had just arrived home. His footsteps could be heard approaching the kitchen and there was a man with silver-gray hair like Claire's, but with red eyes.
"Daddy's home," he said, carrying something in his hand.
"Welcome home, dear." His wife, Vin, walked over to her husband and helped him take off his doctor's coat.