My mother is into the bathroom

I look around the room, taking in the familiar yet somehow still foreign atmosphere. My eyes land on a box in the living room with 'Kitchen' scribbled on it in my mom's messy handwriting. I walk towards it, hearing the sound of water running from the bathroom. The music is coming from the kitchen, and i see that my mom has already managed to unpack the old boombox and a few CDs. I recognize the tune, one of my mom's favorite songs, and it brings a small smile to my face.

I clear my throat, not wanting to scare my mom if she's startled to know i'm home. "Mom?" I call out, but the water running in the shower drowns out my voice.