My name is Mario.
When I was a kid, I lived in an old house in Ranchi, with my parents, on the 2nd floor.
My uncle, Dave resided on the third floor, with his family.
We were not close.
When he bought a new computer, it was placed in an unused room right next to mine.
He came there to play video games, on his windows 95.
One day he called me to play along with him.
I was not expecting the gesture. At the same time I was delighted.
When we amused ourselves with Disney's Aladdin, I slashed the sword, while he moved Ali about and jumped.
While idling away through The Lion King, I was the one who hopped and he controlled the other movements of the cub named Simba.
I was a kid in school, about 9. He was in college, and you can calculate his age through that reference.
It was the first time I was partaking in games on a desktop, which I really enjoyed, as can be expected.
But when I think about it now, why did a college student need the companionship of a young boy?
Probably I’m underestimating the virtues of the comradeship of an unspoiled and grateful mind.
Maybe he wanted to accompany the lonely single child.
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