309 Please Call Uncle Oscar!
The Valley.
“Mommy… Mom… are you in there?” Oliver’s small voice drifted from the hallway, light and eager.
Evelyn lifted her gaze from the book resting on herp and turned toward the open door.
“I’m here,” she answered warmly.
A momentter, Oliver appeared, his cheeks rosy and his eyes bright with excitement.
He rushed toward her, nearly tripping over his own feet, and thrust his mini iPad into
her hands.
“Mom, look,” he said proudly. “I just finished Uncle Oscar’s game. Ipleted all the
stages.”
Evelyn blinked. “You finished what?”
“The game Uncle Oscar gave me,” Oliver repeated, climbing onto the sofa beside her.
Then he pointed to the iPad screen to let Evelyn see what he meant, “He said if I finished it, he woulde back and give me another stage. I finished it.”
She frowned slightly and looked down at the screen.
Instead of colorful animals, bouncing cars, or cheerful music notes, the disy was filled with a ck background, white numbers, symbols, and lines arranged in neat patterns. It looked nothing like the games she usually approved for a four–year–old.
“What kind of game is this?” she asked slowly, staring at the game before turning to see her son’s cute face.
Oliver leaned closer, clearly delighted by her confusion.
“It’s fun,” he said thoughtfully. His eyes shining as he continues to exin, “I have to make the little square move by using numbers. If I put the wrong number, it stops.”
Evelyn stared at the screen again. She remembered Oscar giving Oliver the iPad on his birthday.
At that time, she had checked it carefully. The games were harmless and
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age–appropriate. There was a racing game with cute, smiling animals, a puzzle game with bright, colorful shapes, and a cooking game where Oliver pretended to bake cakes while making a mess on the virtual counter.
There was even a dinosaur game where the creatures danced when Oliver tapped
them.
Nothing like this.
Her heart skipped slightly as a thought crossed her mind.
Wait.
She looked at the screen more carefully. The patterns, the logic, the repetition.
Did Oscar try to introduce Oliver to coding?
No, that was impossible.
If Oscar had done something like that, he would have told her. Right?
Oliver tilted his head and studied her face closely. “Mommy,” he said softly, “Why do your eyes look like you are angry with my iPad? Did I do something wrong?”
She immediately shook her head, holding back herughter.
“No, sweetheart. I’m just… surprised your uncle gave you this game. And you could also finish it. This is a difficult game…”
“Oh,” Oliver replied, satisfied. He then gently tugged at her sleeve. “Mommy, please call Uncle Oscar for me. I want him to know I finished it.”
She sighed lightly. “Uncle Oscar might be sleeping now. It’s the middle of the night where he is.”
“But he said I can call him when I finish,” Oliver insisted. “He promised.”
Evelyn opened her mouth to answer when her cell phone suddenly rang on the coffee
table.
She nced down at the screen andughed softly
“Well,” she said, lifting the phone so Oliver could see, “look who’s calling.”
Oscar’s name shed brightly on the screen.
“Uncle Oscar!” Oliver’s
eyes widened.
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She answered the call, and the speaker was turned on so Oliver <b>could </b><b>hear </b><b>it </b><b>too</b>.
“Hello?”
“Eve,” Oscar’s excited voice burst through the speaker, “tell me he finished it<b>. </b><b>Tell </b><b>me </b>he finished it.”
Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “You already know?”
“Of course I know,” Oscar replied proudly. “I was watching the progress. That kid just solved a basic logic loop on his own.”
Oliver leaned closer to the phone. “Uncle Oscar,” he said loudly, “I finished it! All of it!” Oscarughed, a deep, satisfied sound. “I knew it. I knew you could do it, champ.” Evelyn rubbed her forehead gently. “Oscar,” she said, trying to sound calm, “what exactly did you give my son?”
“A game,” Oscar replied innocently.
“That looks like coding.”
“Well,” Oscar said slowly, “it is. Basic coding for fun.“”
“You taught my four–year–old how to code without consulting me?”
“I did not teach him,” Oscar corrected. “I introduced him, and that’s only a game, Eve.”
Oliver smiled widely, looking at the phone screen as if Oscar would appear from there, “Uncle, you said I’m smart…?”
“Yes. You are smart, Buddy!” Oscar agreed enthusiastically. “Very smart. Most kids your age are still figuring out shapes and colors. You solved pattern recognition and basic sequencing.”
Evelyn nced at Oliver, who was now grinning from ear to ear. His eyes shining, “Oscar,” she said, “you realize he is four, right?”
“And brilliant,” Oscar added. “Genius runs in the family…”
She sighed, holding her smile, “Which family would that be?”
“You, obviously,” Oscar replied without hesitation. “It’s definitely not my brother–inw.”
Evelyn was speechless. Instantly, she forgot to scold Oscar
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Oliver giggled. “Uncle Oscar, you promised toe and give me another <b>stage</b>.”
Oscar chuckled. “I remember.”
“When will youe?” Oliver asked eagerly.
Evelyn opened her mouth to intervene, but Oscar was faster. “Soon,” he said. “Very soon. If your mommy allows it.”
Oliver immediately turned toward her with pleading eyes. “Mommy… Please allow it. I miss Uncle Oscar…”
She looked between the phone and her son, torn between amusement and disbelief. “We will see,” she said carefully.
“That’s a yes,” Oscar dered.
“That was not a yes,” she protested.
“It sounded like one,” Oscar replied smugly.
Oliver pped his hands.
“Yay! Uncle Oscar, go buy a ne ticket. Hurry before Mommy changes her mind. Or do you want to borrow Daddy’s jet? I can ask Daddy to send it to you…”
“Wow, private jets? That sounds good…”
Evelyn shook her head,ughter bubbling in her chest without her knowing.
She no longer said anything; she just let them talk and quietly listened as Oscar excitedly exined that Oliver hadpleted the final stage faster than expected, that he nned to introduce simpleputer logic next, and that this was only the beginning.
Oliver responded eagerly, interrupting often, exining things in his own adorablenguage, mixing numbers with imagination, convinced he had just aplished something heroic.
As they spoke, Evelyn leaned back against the sofa, watching her son with a soft smile. She did not fully understand the game.
She did not understand half of what Oscar was saying.
But she understood one thing clearly: Oliver was happy.
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<i>Thank </i><i>you </i>for the <i>Golden </i><i>Ticket </i>& <i>Power </i>Stones. <i>Please </i><i>continue </i><i>so </i>we can raise <i>the </i><i>rank </i><i>and </i><i>give </i>this <i>book </i><i>more </i><i>opportunities</i><i>. </i><i>Xoxo </i>
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.