After setting up the game, I couldn't help but wonder if bingo would end up being too mundane for Roman. As we settled into our seats, he remained silent, not offering any indication of his thoughts. This led me to believe that perhaps he was fine with the choice, so we began to play.
"Five!" I called out, and I watched as he diligently shaded the number on his card with concentrated precision. A moment later, he glanced up and announced, "Thirty-three," before I marked it off on my card. Encouraged by his enthusiasm, we continued our game, and as the rounds progressed, I started to realize just how delightful it was to share this time with him.
