When I was small, these items like phones and tablets and such had not even been invented.
8 years of exile, I still can't believe what has happened to this world—
Back in the city Ma and I lived, we needed to get out of our house and legit meet that person physically to tell them something.
Or you could also send them letters.
But never had I seen an item like this that was able to make my voice reach Grandpa and vice-versa.
Was it some sort of black magic?
I didn't know.
Anyways, I looked at my frame of the mirror and found two big eyebags under my eyes.
Pouting my lips, I brought my face closer and observed my paler then usual skin.
I was sleep deprived.
Extremely so.
Behind me, ma sat on a couch, tilting her head as she admired her reflection in the pocket mirror in her hands.
"You know," I muttered, "I still can't get over how young you look now."