A man who seems to be in his thirties raised his head and looked at Zed.
It was his dad, Robert.
"Ah, she's done already? Wait, you go back first, I'll just wash my hands first."
"Okay, Dad."
Going back inside, Zed sat back down in front of the table.
His sister was also already there, still looking sleepy.
Seeing him coming back alone, his mother asked, "Where's your father?"
"He just washed his hands. He'll be here soon."
Just as he finished speaking, his father came back from the outside.
"Come and sit down already. We're about to eat." Zed's mother, Meredith, urged.
With the four of them sitting down around the table and the food all served in front, the family started eating.
Besides the sound of spoon and fork, only the sound of Zed's parents' chattering could be heard around the table.
The breakfast didn't last that long and soon, everyone finished eating.