My New Friend

My New Friend

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This is the story of the time when I was about seven years old. It was Sunday. I was alone at home as my parents had gone out for some work. They had kept me alone for the first time.

My mother and father had instructed me to call them if any problem persists. First, I started to draw something but when I got tired, I called my mother and said to her that I was watching television. As I was little and I liked watching cartoons, I started watching ‘Doraemon’.


After fifteen to twenty minutes, something unbelievable and interesting happened. I went to drink a glass of water but when I came back, I mistakenly sat on the remote. Some buttons had been pressed by me unknowingly. Unexpectedly, yellow light started glowing around the television and the Doraemon song started. Suddenly, Doraemon came out of the television flying using his bamboo copter. In the beginning, I was very frightened. It was because I was alone at home for the first time and something imaginary had happened. Doraemon told me not to panic. He also said that he was my new friend and will be with me until my parents return home. By now, I was cheerful. But still, I could not believe that my favorite cartoon had appeared on the television screen.


I played a lot with him. Whatever I asked him, he gave me from the pocket on his stomach. I was enjoying being with him. We played many games like Carrom, Ludo, Uno, etc. We also played with his gadgets. My dream of flying was completed by him. I flew in the open sky with the birds for the first time. When we returned home, he said that it was time for him to go to the world of cartoons as my parents were going to come. Once again, I switched on the television. The same atmosphere was created. Yellow lights glowed around the television. He bid farewell and went in his own world. As soon as I switched off the television, my parents opened the door using the key.


It was a wonderful experience. Doraemon had disappeared my feeling of loneliness and entertained me a lot. I loved staying with my most favorite cartoon. Something very fictitious had happened to me. But just then, my mother woke me up for my Monday school. Then I understood that it was a dream!


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