How hard must it be to gather five people around a table for a meal? A meal where rich conversation and laughter used to be normal. I feel this bonding ritual slipping as our numbers thin, and independence has begun to dominate.
I can’t blame them. Who in one’s right mind would prefer a contentious vibe over better company?
I’ve been so distracted that I only just noticed what has happened. I must repair things for the survivors.
Time to be in charge again.