Medwin was oblivious to the world outside, immersed in the virtual adventures on his console. His parents often called out to him, their voices mingling with the electronic beeps, but he seldom responded.
Dr. Marlow looked at Medwin with empathy. "If you continue like this, your eyesight will deteriorate by the time you're 25," he warned. Medwin shifted uncomfortably, the weight of the doctor's words settling heavily on him.
Medwin picked up the book, its cover depicting vibrant fields and towering tractors. As he flipped through the pages, something inside him stirred—an awakening, a yearning for a world beyond screens.
"I want to be a farmer," Medwin declared to himself, imagining the joy of working the land. The joystick of a tractor seemed more appealing than any game controller could ever be.
The fresh air invigorated him, the sight of the fields more captivating than any digital landscape. Medwin felt alive, each day promising new growth and possibilities.
"The most beautiful screen," Medwin thought, watching the sun sink below the horizon, "is right here in front of me."
