“…But first, he wants the Wi-Fi password back.”It was a peaceful day until Dad changed the Wi-Fi password.I begged, I cried, I even complimented his mustache.Nothing worked. He said, “Earn it with good grades.”I said, “This is emotional terrorism.”He laughed. I didn’t. My TikToks weren’t loading.I even tried hacking the router.All I did was reset the washing machine settings.Finally, he gave me the password: “ReadABook2024.”I read. The book was about hacking Wi-Fi.Mission accomplished.
