(Lately, in addition to these problems, there is another question that has been bothering me: What if I had never gotten involved in all this?)
(I was seven years old when I first encountered a computer. I was in elementary school at the time, and most of my friends had computers and internet access at home, but we didn't have any of these. I felt like we were living in the 70s. I spent most of my free time outside.)
(My friends would tell me about the games they played at school and the videos they watched, and of course I envied them. I wondered why I didn't have these things.)
(Our family wasn't very well off at the time. My father had a hard time finding a job, and since most jobs were physically demanding, he couldn't stay in any job for long. He was always worried about how he would make ends meet. Those were hard days for us.)
(Anyway, this is starting to sound very dramatic; there's no need for that.)
(One day I begged my father to buy me a computer, but he refused and brushed me off.)
(My relationship with my father was never good. We just couldn't get along for some reason. We are two very different people.)
(I kept telling him how much I wanted a computer, but he was clearly fed up with my demands. Understandable; imagine yourself in his situation - there was no money and you were struggling to make ends meet, while your son wanted a computer. Of course, you would refuse. Besides, he worked physically demanding jobs, so he would come home tired and go straight to bed; he needed a break.)
(After much insistence, my mother took me aside one day and told me that our situation was bad and that they couldn't afford one right now, but they would later.)
(I couldn't say much because it upset me a little, and I knew some of the hardships my father faced when he was younger.)
(Time passed. One day, when I came home from school, I found a surprise waiting for me: They had bought me a computer! I ran to hug my mom and dad; it was a beautiful moment. Sometimes I miss those days. That was one of the best days of my life.)
(In the meantime, they had installed the Internet; our situation had improved a little, thank God. The computer was not very powerful but it could run some games, which was enough for me.)
(Everything changed from that day on. The computer changed my life.)
(Was it for the better or for the worse? I have no idea. I think what we do in the future will determine that.)
(Why? Looking at it now, it doesn't seem very positive because the computer has locked me in my house, weakened my social relationships, and made me a little antisocial. It has led me to these events. But maybe these are not necessarily bad things. Do you think these pursuits are negative? It all depends on how you use them. The choices you make determine whether you will be an angel or a devil; it's all in your hands.)
(Or think about it this way: is being antisocial or having weak social relationships a bad thing? In this society, maybe it makes more sense to act this way.)
(Well, forget about these issues, I should walk faster; it's getting late.)
Our character arrives home.