The table was set.
Rooms readied.
Fresh towels and new soap.
Everything was ready.
The Family was coming home
To a fine dinner
On fine china
And after a good meal
And a good drink
And a good talk,
We’d set aside our differences and live together.
At least that was the plan.
Then everyone began “shouting” at each other
Over text.
Facebook.
Twitter.
Most of us missed dinner.
Dad was happy for those who made it
But you could see him fighting back tears
Every time he glanced
At an empty seat.

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