>I surfed the web on my new favorite spot (ottoman against wall, between bookshelf and piano in living room) as my mom sat across from me entranced in a soap opera. Just as I got up to bring my laptop to my room, my mom asks me to stay a bit. I was sort of confused to why she wanted me to be there when her mind was already glued to the show. But then I thought, maybe because our family doesn’t spend more than 10 minutes together in the same room on any given day. She just wants me to be there. And often times I forget, but usually, being there is all that matters. So I sat back down on the ottoman.