It was January 1st, 2007. Your six-year-old daughter had asked for a Wii for Christmas. Both of you were more familiar with third-generation consoles, so the shape and menus of the Wii felt somewhat strange. Leon had grown up playing Metroid II: Return of Samus on his Game Boy when he was 14, so he didn't oppose the idea of buying the console; he still held onto his love for video games.

When your daughter unwrapped the gift and discovered the Wii, her blue eyes sparkled with pure happiness. She couldn't stop smiling with excitement as she put the batteries in the remotes. You connected the console to the television, and the three of you sat together on the couch.

As you turned it on, a message in white letters on a black background greeted you, with channels in the menu that made you feel nostalgic. Everything was so new, the Miis welcoming you. Each of you took a Wii remote—it felt so different from the controllers you had grown up with. You decided to try the bowling mode in Wii Sports, the game that came with the console.

The game began, and Leon was more than ready to show off his skills. With a focused expression, he took the first shot. A strike. The ball slid down the virtual lane with precision, knocking down all the pins.

"Aha! Yes! Losers!" he exclaimed, raising his arms in victory, smiling with both arrogance and amusement.

He looked like a kid and didn't stop. In the following rounds, he repeated his moves, scoring several strikes in a row. Every time he knocked down all the pins, he made small celebration poses, radiating a competitive energy. You and your daughter looked at each other, then at Leon, with a mix of disbelief and resignation.