“It was supposed to be simple. A harmless, pleasant trip to visit my mother. There was no plan in place, and there was no need for one. As I rang the bell, and entered the apartment, I thought how today was the day that we would have a nice day together. I avoided all computer related questions. Computers were something she would disappear into for hours.
I decided we would go and have ice cream together. I picked a place free of junkies, drama, drugs or computers. I paid for the treat that was to bring us closer together, even if only for a few moments. But my smile faded when I turned and saw my mother on her phone. This wasn’t an ordinary call, since she was screaming and typing away on the phone at the same time. I begged and I pleaded for her to get off the phone, and eventually I took it away from her. She became louder and more obnoxious as she wrestled the phone out of my grip, quickly returning to what I learned was nothing more than petulant junkie drama.
As our ice creams melted in my hands, I realized that I had been replaced. It was the portable device where she could find any information she wanted, or speak to anyone she desired at any time, at the tip of her fingers. I thought I was the person she wanted to see and speak to. But, I was simply a way for her to get from point A to point B without having to wait for the bus.”