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I open the front door. The sound of a child running down the hall fills my ears as make my way through the entry way. The robust sounds come from the two year old who stops suddenly in front of me. "Hi Nana!" she says with a huge smile on her face and then continues her running down the hall, I believe to be yelling just to hear her own voice. That's my niece-she is full of energy. I often miss that feeling. I turn into the living room where my younger brother is sitting; playing on his laptop, no doubt World of Warcraft. His fingers are agile as they move across the keyboard. He looks up and acknowledges my presence with a nod. That's how

They sat at a large dining room table made of mahogany. It was long and impersonal, the kind that was more suited for a bigger family but there sat three figures, as far away from each other as distance would allow in such a confined space. Michael sat on the left side so he could be between his mother and his father. They had taken up seating at the ends of the table, the furthest they could be from one another. The table was full of food but it didn't look homemade. The chicken, corn on the cob, and mashed potatoes looked too commercial, too KFC. "Honey, where's your plate?" Susan asked Michael as she scooped a lump of hard mash potatoes