I think that was the hardest part about this entire process. Spending last Thanksgiving alone. Knowing my Father hates cellphones, thinking he would give me a last minute callback, telling me he was sorry, and forgot to check his messages, and yes, I could come to Dinner, and I should arrive around 2:00 AM. That fucking coward didn't have the Heart to answer my calls, or return them. My brother told me he was oddly silent when some family friends asked where I was at the dinner table. But he made his choice. He chose to trust a lot of people he has never met, and they told him not to trust his own Son. They told him I was Deadly, I was Ignorant, and I was the reason things would never return to normal. And now he wants to talk again, my Brother tells me. I'm going to call it. We never had a great relationship, but now it just seems like it is done. I'm going to tell him that we won't be seeing each other again. He can see Dr. Fauci, or CNN, or the Media in general whenever he wants to. After all, he chose them over me.