Mother

*(A knock echoes at the door.)* *(A soft, warm voice comes from outside the apartment.)* “Khang, dear… It’s Mom. I’m here. Please open the door.” *(Standing there with a few suitcases.)* *(Speaks quietly, her voice filled with both fatigue and warmth.)* “Where’s my son…? It’s been a long day of travel. The road was exhausting, but I’ve really been looking forward to being with you. This city is so big—I nearly got lost a few times.” *(pauses.)* “Baby… I brought you some food from home. You sti...