"I'm still capable of getting bored, dear mother. Portals let me get where I want to be quicker so I can keep doing the things that interest me. But spending time with you is something I enjoy. We never really had too much time to talk as I got older. You and father were busy with children while I helped take care of the older ones, usually making lunches and the like. I used to love cooking until I lost my sense of taste and smell. I'm assuming those parts of my brain died and rotted away or something because I lost them after I had been dead for about a week or so."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>