Third person
Pov
We all have a vice dragging us down.
Soomin's was being too reliant on all things men took time to create. It started off as a means to cure her boredom but soon grew into something much more, something her mom called a freakish addiction. Grocery store who? She only knows about online shopping. Who needs a walk admiring nature, when she could lay in bed scrolling through her phone for hours. Why would she get off, just to go see who is at the door when Amazon Echo could display that. Turning on the lights? Amazon echo.
Music? Amazon echo. Her life took a U-turn to a better path when she discovered that smart home assistant.
Her words, not mine.
It could control every smart home device she owned. Surf through the internet, set the timer, reminders, alarm, every single thing. It was everywhere, her car? Yes. Office? Yes. Home? Yes.
You may be wondering, what's bad about that? Well, lemme give a simple instance. Imagine you discover this cute little app named Wattpad, cute right? A virtual city where you could read any book of your choice. Excited, you create an account, or not. Signed in, and casually read, exploring your little hobby.
But wow, these stories are good and these authors are wild with their creativity, painting your imagination with all the vibrant colours, from making you giggle with fluff to you ugly crying when your favourite characters experience pain.
You just keep wanting more, digging through books after books, class? You're reading, home? You're reading, family gathering, while you're supposed to catch up with your relatives? Reading baby. Obsessed with pages, you just can't help it, you just can't go a day away from it– aight, imma stop now, it's getting too personal now.
That's how it was with Soomin.
“Siri, please, pull up my schedule for the day.”
After the beep, the automated lady's voice resonated through the speaker, calling the long line of things the black haired had to do for the day, while she was semi-attentive, chewing away on the leftover burger she couldn't finish last night, her other hand gripping the steering wheel.
Mom is calling now.
Soomin groaned, her mom calling her this early? It's going to be a long line of complaints, comparisons, and many other nagging. “Hi mom, good morning,” she couldn't decline that, heaving in a breath, mentally preparing for the storm.
“Yes, it is a good morning, I hope you don't ruin that,” her mom's voice boomed through the speaker.
Soomin inhaled sharply, gripping the wheel tighter. “Depends, whose daughter got married or achieved something?”
“My daughter did,” Her mother's tone got cheery. “I hope you haven't forgotten about your sister's wedding?”
“I haven't, ma.”
“Are you going to attend?”
Soomin paused. Was she? She really doesn't but her sister was the only one who treated her like family, it would utterly break her heart into pieces if she wasn't there on one of the most important days of her life. She had already missed enough, her birthdays, graduation, and even the party she threw when she finally got her dream job. She really didn't want to let her down this last time.
“Yes, ma, I will be there this time.”
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