My grandmother called me twice yesterday when she heard that I was left home alone because my dad was away on a business trip and my mom was working. Yes, I am housebound for a bit but not bedbound.

\”Make sure you lock the doors!\” she warned me, standing in the middle of a kitchen in full-on suburbia.

\”Did you eat it dinner?\” she asked. I replied that it was only 6 and that I didn\’t really have an appetite.

\”How are you?!\” she asked.

\”It\’s hot,\” all I could muster about my current well-being in the 90+ degree heat in my broken Chinese. \”I am fine. I am 24 years old!\”

\”Ok…\” she sounded reluctant. Then told me to close all the windows and doors, lock them. I agreed, knowing she still saw me as a kid. She said to take care of myself. And I did.