On this gloomy morning, where the clouds have an on-again-off-again relationship with rain, I sit alone looking out my window. Between looking at the rain puddles forming, I glance over at my entertainment stand. Right now it’s littered with video game consoles and controllers and a baby wipe warmer. The main item that keeps drawing me in, is my blue and pinkish controllers on my switch and the limitless people I can be when I turn it on. My recent favorite was the 50+ hours I spent being Link, an adventurer with a huge world to discover. That’s until I hear a faint noise in the distance, was it one of my enemies? I don’t hear it for a while, so I jump back onto my horse’s back heading towards the horizon; WAHHH WAHHH, the sound is much louder this time when I come to realize, it’s my son in the other room. And like that I relinquish my title of adventurer to put on my dad cap. Now setting off to investigate the crying, I slowly open my bedroom door. As I begin to creep in, I see a figure rising from the shadows. Could the person have taken my son? I take a step closer, nervously. “KJ, is that you?” I reach my arm out to pull the covers when… DADA!!
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