"Filly, why didn't you tell us you'd come home? I would've made you your favorite food!" A woman, who was in her mid-forties, couldn't stop herself from scolding her only daughter while in the kitchen.
"That's right, Fil. You should've at least told your brother," the man of the house, sitting on the head seat of the table, nodded in agreement. "But either way, I'm glad you were able to come home."
Fil warmly smiled back at her father.
"Sis, I know you're getting scolded, but I'm doing most of the work here," Elijah, who was setting up the table with Fil, complained. "Can you move a little faster?"
"Eli, give your big sister a break. She drove all the way here with that old truck." Their father clicked his tongue, earning a deeper frown from their youngest. "Don't mind him, Fil. He's in puberty and has been grumpy."
"Eli, are you giving mom and dad a headache?"
