The phone call always interupts at the most inconvenient and unideal moments. It can be anything ranging from me attending a meeting, taking a drive on the freeway, or even waiting in queue at the grocery store. The second I see my mother calling, a part of me panics. The last thing I want to do is talk to her, but I can already guess how this conversation is going to go. “Marcus, the internet…

My wife entered my home office on the past Tuesday around midnight. The moment she entered the room, I abruptly slammed my laptop shut as if I was a teenager who got caught on an NSFW site. “Working late?” is what she asked as she walked closer, clearly noticing something was off. When it comes to lying, I am not smooth and the old saying ‘I need to meet deadlines and clients’ expects was floating…