Isabelle came out of her room.
"Isabelle, come and eat..." Isabelle's father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks.
The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow.
A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot.
Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table.
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