A month ago, the company I worked for told me to create a robot. I worked on that robot day and night. It came out really well. I named it RoBros. It would help people by simply being their friend. I presented it to my boss, and he really liked it. Soon it was being sold. Everyone bought it. I was happy about it.
One of the people who bought RoBros was my nephew. He told me their stories. First, he said that he really liked it. And it helped him a lot.
One time, while he was in school, he brought RoBros with him. They were walking down the hall when they saw a boy having an anxiety attack. RoBros rushed over to the boy and helped him during the attack. Another time, he said that RoBros helped him with his homework. He recommended it to his friends. His friend told him that RoBros had helped her doing house chores. While hearing, I became more proud of myself.
I bought myself a RoBro. It looked good when it arrived. I pressed the turn-on button. RoBros said, “Hi, I’m RoBros. I am your personal robot. How can I help you today?” I needed help with work. He did indeed help very well. I was seriously proud of myself. I had outdone myself this time.