Kos Shel Eliyahu

by solaris2001

Family functions made him uncomfortable. After years of estrangement, every attempt to bring him back into the fold felt like the courtesy of cordial strangers, like a neighbor’s casual invitation to their own family dinner to sit at the corner of an already set and crowded table and feel more out of place than he’d ever feel sitting alone on his couch with a microwave dinner on his lap and something old and familiar on the TV. As time passed and his family lived lives tangential from his own, he quietly surrendered to the dull comforts of solitude and self-exile.