I went to my mom's friends house. It was their daughter's first birthday.
I saw everything - the tasty food, mesmerising decorations, noisy people...
And her, their daughter, staring at a piece of glass in awe while holding it in her tiny paws.
I may call it a phone, but for her it's still a piece of glass.
And then I heard it- the dreaded song, Baby Shark.
I felt my ears closing on themselves, my soul trying to leave, my brain forcing into flight or fight.
But I was aware enough to see her- and there she was, smiling at the slab of glass and enjoying her time on Earth.
I wondered why... And as I listened to the song, I realised. Maybe it's really not that bad.
Maybe I don't actually hate the song because I hate it.
Maybe I hate it because the internet told me to...