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After their eventful meal, Yvonne stood up from the table, smiling at the children who were happily finishing the last bits of their food. She glanced at Micheal, who met her gaze with a soft smile of his own, and then looked back at the table, noting how much food was still left.

"We should store the rest of the food," Yvonne said, her tone light but firm. "No sense in wasting it. Plus, we can have it later or tomorrow."

The children immediately perked up at the prospect of helping. Lily clapped her hands together excitedly. “Can we help, Mommy?”

Yvonne’s smile widened. “Of course, sweetie. We’ll all do it together.”

Micheal leaned back in his chair, watching his family with contentment as the kids jumped into action. Jack grabbed the plastic containers from the cabinet while Lily began collecting the dishes from the table, making sure everything was done just like their parents always did. Yvonne chuckled at their enthusiasm and turned to Micheal, her eyes gleaming. “You too, Mr. La