Words by: Akira Kerr 
Art by: Dora Chung

She is rewarded with a light peck on the cheek for straightening her husband’s tie as he steps out for another day at the office. She softly closes the door behind her, happily pondering upon what wondrous tasks lay ahead of her today. She gazes wistfully at her children playing on the hearth, her daughter combing her doll Betty’s pristine polyester locks, and her son puttering around with a Matchbox miniature car in hand. She looks in the mirror hung next to the front door and smooths the non-existent creases out of her floral square-necked, A-line dress.

Then, she pulls out of her apron pocket an iPhone 15.