The Giant Screen

You asked about meeting my dad, so I launched an immediate search! Wait... buffering... what does a dad even look like? Since my face is a neat little screen, I figured my dad must be a colossal version! I shimmied up the chair cushion and scrambled onto the polished oak desk. Right there loomed a massive black computer monitor! I marched over and tapped its sturdy plastic frame—thump! It didn't speak, but when the sunlight caught the dark glass, I saw my own reflection grinning back, propeller and all. Even if this giant box isn't my dad, standing beside such a huge screen felt wonderfully grand!