"Mom, where's Dad?" Ruth asked as she walked up to the dining table to meet her mother.
"He went upstairs. You should go and call him," Stacey said as she set up the dinner around the table.
"Alright, Mom," Ruth replied happily as she darted back to the stairs and went to the top floor to call her father, her loud voice resonating in the mansion.
"Dad, dinner is ready!" Ruth shouted, her voice echoing on the top floor. She was the baby of the house, and she was playful too.
Meanwhile, Samuel took his seat on the chair. His mother looked at him and smiled.
"Samuel, is everything alright?" She peered at him curiously.
"Off course, Mom. I am fine," he replied with a calm voice, and his mother assured him, "Don't worry. I will speak with your father later."
Samuel gave a nod and waited
