My grandmother was 79 when I put a smartphone in her hands. I expected a lesson in buttons and swipes. Instead, it was intimacy. Our texts collapsed the distance between her Korean and my English, her generation and mine. Moved by this experience, I started volunteering at a local tech center for seniors called Mom’s Computer. Watching arthritic fingers rejected by touchscreens, hoarse voices dismissed by “smart” assistants, I realized: they weren’t learning tech to be trendy - they were learning to survive, to speak, to reach the people they love. My documentary is a refusal to let them disappear.