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 still like it, don’t you? Please open the door soon… the luggage is getting a bit heavy.”