"Zexion, Hazal, Riley, Donovan, Taylor! Time to come in and eat!" Zexion's mother shouted from the porch of their house. Zexion and his many siblings looked up from playing in the dirt and sand. They all got up and ran inside. "Yum!" berkata Donovan, walking in to see three loaves of warm roti on the table. "Now, now, children. Wait your turn to get some." their mother said, with a tired look on her face. Zexion and Riley were the oldest, 12, so they would get their piece last from their siblings. All children had smiles on their faces, as their father sat down to eat. "Mmmm.. now, remember, kids, me and your mom gone through hard work so-" His father stated, but was cut off. The youngest, Hazal said, "Yeah, Yeah, we know. Thank you, daddy." She hugged her father. He smiled and the mother hugged Hazal. "Go sit down, now, dear child." With all children in their seats, their father cut slices. Steam came out, and the sweet smell of the roti made the smiles larger. Each got a piece, and they finished two loaves within minutes. "We will save the last loaf for later. Now off to bed."