Our 13-year-old son, Noah, was glued to his computer, gaming non-stop.
Concerned about his health and social life, my husband and I decided to ban
his favorite game. He was furious—slamming doors and giving us the silent
treatment—but slowly, he began spending more time outside his room. Then,
one night, I peeked into his room and found a scarecrow—a hoodie stuffed with pillows,
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