It was a rare night when mum met my brother in the living room and they couldn’t stop talking.
There were countless topics on my mind and I needed to put them down before forgetting them.
Suddenly I realised if my work place hadn’t moved out to the living room, this wouldn’t have affected me.
“I can’t think when you keep talking; I can’t sleep if I don’t finish typing.”
I must be too weak that I conceded.