I just got off the phone with my brother, AGAIN, and he’s talking about Dad like it’s some new revelation, like he hasn’t been forgetting things for months, YEARS even, but now because my brother finally NOTICED from three thousand miles away it’s suddenly an emergency and I’m supposed to drop everything, this whole career I’ve busted my ass for, and fly home because HE finally got around to calling and realized Dad doesn't remember what he had for breakfast. And I’m just so angry, at him, at myself for even considering it, because I’m the one who’s been here, picking up the pieces, and now I’m supposed to feel guilty for having a life while he gets to be the concerned son from afar... it’s just not FAIR.