My brother, his wife, and their two kids had been staying with me for days, and by that point, the exhaustion was beginning to show in every corner of my house. One evening, after cooking dinner for all of us—a proper, warm, home-cooked meal—I called them to the table. No one budged. No one even answered. They were too absorbed in whatever endless scroll held them hostage. I stood there for twenty minutes, watching the food cool and their eyes glaze over in the blue light of their screens. Eventually, I gave up. I made myself a plate, sat down...
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