It is 8pm. Dinner is on the table. You call their name three times.
The fourth time, you walk to their room. There they are — eyes locked on a screen, earphones in, completely gone. Not sleeping. Not reading. Just consumed.
You take the phone. Twenty minutes later they have found the TV remote. Or your phone. Or they are at a cousin's place on someone else's tablet.
Because the screen is never really gone. It is everywhere. And your teenager has learned, without anyone teaching them, exactly how to find it.
And something in you is unsettled. You can't fully explain it. But you feel it.