My daughter perpetually adorns headphones, donning them during meals, strolls, and even slumber. The luminous cord of her headphones entwines her neck, evoking my apprehension of its potential to asphyxiate her. Despite my countless entreaties, she persists in her auditory cocoon, regarding my concerns with an air of amusement, obstinately deaf to my admonitions. Even when I attempt a stern remonstration, she gazes skyward, feigning absorption in her studies, yet resolutely indifferent to my words. Though I harbored doubts about the purported efficacy of sound isolation, I found myself resigned to acquiescence. Indeed, one cannot rouse one feigning slumber, nor can one rouse one enshrouded in headphones. The precise moment…