Small, in the palm of your hand.

It can do almost anything.

It keeps you connected to the world, your family, your friends.

Your phone.

 

You constantly care for it.

It’s like your baby.

It is your baby.

It’s your phone.

 

You’re babysitting your neighbours.

You give them their parents’ iPad.

Angry Birds captivates their brain.

Three hours, and they haven’t moved.

 

Your phone receives a text message.

It’s your mother.

You went over your data plan.

She is taking your phone away for one week.

 

Sitting in your room, your leg vibrates.

You reach into your pocket to fish out your phone.

It’s not there. You’ve been grounded.

Your phone is gone.

 

You begin to worry about it, wondering if it’s been cracked.

If it’s been hurt.

You’re worried you’ll miss someone’s Facebook post.

You miss your phone.

Only your phone is on your mind.

You think about it all the time.

You think you’re going to go insane.

It causes you oh, so much pain.

 

One week later, your phone is back.

You start to realize what you lack.

But before you realize what you truly need,

Your phone distracts you with a special DING.