Dear Mom,

For once could you pretend to like or care about me? Could you realize I don't care to hear every detail of the latest party and which person I don't know acted weirdly to another person I don't know and exactly the food and decor and how well they all live. Could you realize that you're a boring person? Could you realize the damage you did? Yes, it's too bad we're not rich enough to put you in assisted living and that you'll probably die alone, just like we will. Does your lack of grandchildren give you any clue what you did to us? Be happy and healthy anyway because losing anyone more at this point, even you, fills me with terror and dread. Love, your Greek Chorus.