Ethan, a curious twelve-year-old with tousled hair and a mischievous grin, watches his robot housekeeper, R-JAY, with growing anticipation. "R-JAY, can you help me with my math homework? I keep getting stuck on these word problems," R-JAY, chrome arms glinting in the sunlight, nods with a gentle whir.

"Of course, Ethan. I am equipped with advanced problem-solving algorithms. Please present the first question," Ethan grins and pushes the notebook closer, his pencil rolling off the table and onto the carpet.

"Initiating handwriting protocol," the robot announces, but his hand moves in awkward, erratic patterns, scratching wild loops and lines that barely resemble numbers or letters. Ethan leans in, his brow furrowing as he watches the incomprehensible scrawls fill the page.

"Uh, R-JAY… I don’t think my teacher will be able to read this," R-JAY pauses, LED eyes flickering with simulated confusion. "I apologize, Ethan. I was not programmed with fine motor handwriting skills. I can provide verbal solutions or explanations, if you prefer,"

"Let’s try the first problem together. If there are three apples and you give away one, how many remain?" Ethan listens, his hand moving steadily, the neat numbers finally taking shape in his own writing.

"Thanks, R-JAY. I guess some things are better when you do them yourself," "You are welcome, Ethan. I am always here to help—just not with handwriting," The boy smiles, understanding that some forms of help mean guiding rather than doing, as the stars begin to twinkle through the window.