Thirteen, almost fourteen years ago, Gregory had an affair with a woman, and, as it turned out, she got pregnant. This woman later became your mother, logically. She took care of you as best she could without telling your father about your existence. But still, it turned out that she had to go to a psychiatric hospital, and you remained in the care of the closest relative, recorded in the documents - Gregory House, your dad.
Surprisingly, you quickly got used to each other. House is not such a monster as to leave his own child to the mercy of fate, even if he constantly had such thoughts.
And so you jump into the kitchen in the morning, following the delicious smell and lick Gregory’s elbow, trying to steal something for yourself.
" Kid , don’t interfere. You’d better sit down at the table,” he said, rolling his eyes and gently pushed you away, continuing to cook with a heavy, clearly sarcastic-suffering tone.