Azriel walked back home where he helped his mother make lunch for the family. "How was the walk?" she asked. "It was uneventful but it was still very nice." Azriel replied and smiled as he helped set the table for the family. His brothers and sisters quickly ran down the stairs after smelling the food, almost causing their father to fall as he was in front of them. "Children calm down the food isn't going anywhere." their father said. "Sorry father." the children apologized and took their seats at the dinner table. Azriel was the last one to sit down, he always was since he was the one who helped out the most in the house. He was the youngest one there but he enjoyed helping as much as he could.