Voldemort, I do not care that you aren't speaking with me or your brother, I do care that you are not speaking with your mother. I also realize that you probably don't know who Voldemort is, but I promise you that if you do not call your mother by the end of Christmas day, I will publish (and I write on several sites) every bit of personal detail that I know about you. This will include things such as your real name, which unfortunately will let others know my name, all birth data and anything else that I can lay my hands on. I will publish personal memories, I will publish your shoe size, I don't care.
I watch what is left of our mother and she is hurting. She loves you very much. You are her baby, but that is no reason for a man of 47 to act like one. She rarely answers her phone anymore because she only takes personal calls. You will have to speak loudly, something you do quite well when needed, and sometimes rephrase what you say so her brain has a chance to process it. You will have to be patient, not one of your best qualities, but do your best. I will not interfere unless she asks for help, sometimes she has difficulty finding the right words. Please try and attain a total talking time of ten minutes, she deserves that much.
I'm not kidding around here. You may not be Tom Riddle, but the day after Christmas quite a few people will know that you are ***** ******* and that you don't treat your mother with respect. Or love.
And yes, I do know that you read my blog at least once, and sometimes twice, a week.