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"She's been on the phone a lot lately, don't you think? Probably way more than usual", I asked out of genuine concern. It was almost as if she was addicted.

"Well we use it a lot too, so we are not in a position to judge", my sister pointed out. Sadly true, but still, when you see someone scrolling through the unending stream of messages received and forwarded by people bored like her, it created some concern. Most of the videos were rubbish (and I was being nice in using that word). The interesting videos dulled our capacity to be surprised by present life, the messages of the good ones were drowned out by the messages of other good ones and the bad ones enraged and shocked us unnecessarily. She had to be rescued from this venom but all the statements pointing out her obsession did nothing more than produce a retort.

"Ma, why don't you come and join us for breakfast instead of sitting there by yourself", persuaded my sister.

She put it down and came over.

Guess there was still quite a bit I had to learn about human behavior.
 
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