"Rex, food is ready!"
A gentle and familiar voice called out of him like a melodic tune to his grumbling stomach, Rex blinks his eyes a couple of times and finds that he was sitting at a long dining table covered by a neat white tablecloth.
On the side of the table, Robert is also sitting comfortably while putting a napkin on his lap.
Realizing that Rex is looking at him, Robert turns his head and gives him a small smile. But his attention then quickly shifted to the side before excitement flashed in his eyes, just like a dehydrated man seeing a speck of water.
Glancing to the side he saw his mother, Mrs. Greene walking with two plates in her hands.
Immediately after she enters the room the fragrant smell of food overflowed the entire place, even Rex can't help but take a huge whiff and swallowed his saliva harshly. Although he was rarely home, he always anticipated Mrs. Greene's cooking whenever he got back home.