Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Honor's eyes held a trace of remoteness. Still, he was the honored home-comer, the successful returnee, the hometown boy who had made good in a big way, and they took the triumphal national interest, the fact that he was the First One, had made them come around. It was obvious by now that they would have to adjust as they'd adjusted to all the other firsts taking place in these—as the friends and a relative or two. He didn't want to talk about the journey. He wanted to forget the immediacy, the urgency, the terror then perhaps he would talk. returned and his voyage was very much like the voyages of the great wanted it to be as before. The head of the American Legion and the chief of police, who had escorted him on this trip from the square, didn't ask to go in with him. He was glad. He'd had enough of strangers. Not that he was through with strangers. There were dozens of them up and down the street, standing beside parked cars, looking at him. But when he looked back at them, surprised that he'd had to do this. He'd thought Edith would be watching at a window. Ralphie was with her. They held onto each other as if seeking mutual support, the thirty-three-year old woman and ten-year-old boy. They "It's good to be home!" Edith nodded and, still holding to Ralphie with one hand, put the other Ralphie and picked him up and hugged him and said, because he could Ralphie stood in his arms as if his feet were still planted on the didn't grow much while you were gone, Dad, Mom says I don't eat enough." So he put him down and told himself that it would all change, that everything would loosen up just as his commanding officer, General Carlisle, had said it would early this morning before he left down beside him—but she had hesitated. He wasn't being sensitive she had hesitated. His wife had hesitated before sitting down beside him. Carlisle had said his position was analogous to Columbus', to Vasco De Gama's, to Preshoff's when the Russian returned from the Moon—but more He looked across the room at Ralphie, standing in the doorway, a boy twenty-five years ago. But Ralphie's face was drawn, was worried in a "Gee, Dad, it's the second month of summer vacation." warmth of her farewell, the warmth of Ralphie's farewell, their tears as feared for him, having read of the many launchings gone wrong even in continent-to-continent experimental flight. They had been right to worry. He had suffered much after that blow-up. But now they should be rejoicing, because he had survived and made the long journey. Ralphie suddenly said, "I got to go, Dad. I promised Walt he waved his hand—it shook a ten-year-old boy's hand that shook—and ran from the room and from the house. He and Edith sat beside each other, and he wanted badly to take her in they wouldn't let him they felt he had changed too much. keep them from her until they were gone. Which was not what he'd considered at all important on leaving Walter Reed Hospital early this morning which was something he found distasteful, something he felt beneath them both. And, at the same time, he began to understand that there would be many things, previously beneath them both, which would have to be considered. She had changed Ralphie had changed all the people he knew had probably changed—because they thought he before. But sometime later, as he was dozing off, a sense of reassurance began filtering into his mind. After all, he was still Henry Devers, the same man who had left home eleven months ago, with a love for family and friends which was, if anything, stronger than before. Once he could communicate this, the strangeness would disappear and the First One would again become good old Hank. It was little enough to ask for—a His mother came his Uncle Joe and Aunt Lucille came. Together with Edith, Ralphie and himself, they made six, and ate Before he'd become the First One, it would have been a noisy affair. His family had never been noted for a lack of ebullience, a lack of talkativeness, and Ralphie had always chosen mealtimes—especially with with his mother, though they didn't agree about much. Still, it had been good-natured the general tone of their lives had been good-natured. at Mother as he raised his first spoonful of chilled fruit, and said, "Younger than ever." It was nothing new he'd said it many many times before, but his mother had always reacted with a bright smile and a quip something like, "Young for the Golden Age Center, you mean." This time she burst into tears. It shocked him. But what shocked him even more was drop out of sight. So there he was, Henry Devers, at home with the family. So there he was, the hero returned, waiting to be treated as a human being. The grapefruit shells were cleaned away and the soup served. Uncle Joe Joe and Mother—his wife and son bracketed him, and yet he felt mother who would kiss stray dogs and strange children, who had often irritated him with an excess of physical and verbal caresses—she barely touched his shoulder and fled. cut into it and raised a forkful to his mouth, then glanced at Ralphie Ralphie said, "Yeah, Dad." Aunt Lucille put down her knife and fork and Ralphie Ralphie was busy with his plate. Hank looked at Joe down his throat. Mother said, "Henry dear—" He didn't answer. She began to cry, and he was glad she left the house then. He had never said anything really bad to his mother. He was afraid this would have been the time. Joe merely cleared his throat and mumbled something about She served him, and spooned out a portion for herself and Ralphie. She table. They ate the trifle. Ralphie finished first and got up and said, "You promised the boys you'd play baseball or football or handball or something anything to get away from your father." Ralphie's head dropped and he muttered, "Aw, no, Dad." Ralphie said, "Gee, sure, Dad, if you want to." eyes—his wife's and son's eyes—could not meet his, and so he said he was going to his room because he was, after all, very tired and would in they shouldn't count on him for normal social life. He fell asleep quickly, lying there in his clothes. closest friends. Perhaps this would begin his real homecoming. Do the town? They'd paint it and then tear it down! It didn't turn out that way. He was disappointed but then again, he'd also expected it. This entire first day at home had conditioned him to good for them as he always had. And for once, Hank was ready to go along him. But except for a few abortive glances in his direction, it was as if he were a stranger in a city halfway around the world. for her to come close on her own, and she did, and yet she didn't. Because while she put herself against him, there was something in her face—no, in her eyes it always showed in the eyes—that made him know self. No one was his old self. No one would ever be his old self with the First One. I should have told you that the moment you walked in. I think I've hurt you terribly, we've all hurt you terribly, by trying to hide that we're frightened." what Carlisle had told him, even as Carlisle himself had reacted as all men did. all they possibly can from now on. Every time a young and healthy man loses his life by accident, by violence, and his body can be recovered, She came to him and touched his face with her lips, and he was satisfied. Later, half asleep, he heard a dog howling, and remembered stories of how they announced death and the presence of monsters. He shivered and pulled the covers closer to him and luxuriated in being safe in his own home.

<question>:
How did Ralphie feel about his father's return?

<options>:
A He was thankful to have someone to spend time with other than his friends.
B He was relieved to have his father back home.
C He was nervous about the changes but tried to adapt to the new situation.
D He was scared of the man his father had become and tried to avoid him at all costs.

<answer>:

C