I Skyped my sister today. I didn’t have much to tell her, so I showed her all of Stella’s new party tricks. “How old are you, Stella?” She holds up one finger. She bows her head in greeting. She can bring her finger up to her face and say “Shhhhhh!” Though it sounds more like “Ssssssss.” When we were finished and it was time to say good-bye, Stella kissed the computer.
I skyped Mr. Chef today. I didn’t have much to tell him, either. Except that we’re both fine. We slept okay. Stella’s eating well.
Stella saw the cat, and rubbed her fingers together, calling him to come sit on her lap. She was frustrated when he wouldn’t come. She lifted her arms up and down, and wondered why her Papi wouldn’t pick her up. When it was time to say good-bye, she kissed the computer.
Each night, back in Japan, I call Mr. Chef at bedtime so that he can say good night to Stella. When they’re done talking, she kisses the phone. Sometimes, her lips hit the big red bar at the bottom of the screen, and the phone hangs up. I always call back so they can say good night properly.
I wonder what it’s like to be a baby in this age of technology. To grow up believing that parents, and cats, and aunties live inside these little screens. That they can feel kisses through the internet.
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