The folder opened. Inside were scanned photographs of a younger Arthur holding a rainbow trout, grinning next to a younger Elias.
“Tapping feels like poking a sleeping dog,” Arthur grumbled. “I want to click .” mouse for windows 11
Elias sighed. He’d set up the new PC himself—a clean, modern mini-tower with a fresh install of Windows 11. He’d hidden the icons, pinned the apps, and showed his father how to use the touch screen. “Dad, you don’t need a mouse. Just tap the tile you want.” The folder opened