ANAYA POV
I was comfortably seated on a nice couch in the living room, all attention on the television screen where my favorite Korean program played. I was captivated by the manipulations of the romances, entirely transported into the unfolding drama.
The soft glow emitted from the television lit my face, throwing a warm golden light onto my features. So engrossed in the show, I had not noticed my mother sneaking up on me, light feet laced with careful concern. It wasn't until she stood right in front of me that I noticed her being the jarring intrusion into my TV world.
"Hi, Mom," I returned, with automated politeness, not at all ready to tear my gaze from the now empty television screen or to turn my thoughts from a cliffhanger moment. But my mother didn't reply; her silence turned
