The day started with a glimmer of light. Literally. A stream of light found it's way into my room. Its colors danced around in a dramatic fashion. The attention getting light woke me, and with a yawn I was awake. With the glimmer of light I saw its wish and foresaw a good omen. Today is definitely a good day.

Today was my last day in this home. So I glanced around my room to reminisce about the younger times. My room was simple, and it was made up neatly with but a few things thrown around the room. The room was decorated brightly, And the main theme was obviously the color blue, with a few hints of red, green, and yellow. There was not much to my room it consisted of mainly pokemon posters of celebi, latios and latias, and deoxys. Also with a brightly colored bed which lied near the corner of my room, with a clothes cabinet besides it that I also used to set my alarm that was made to look like a poke ball, and many of my pokemon plushes. The other side of the room contained a simple black and brown color desk that laid against the wall with a mall trash can underneath, and on the wall it leaned against was yet another simplistic mirror that I never used that usually hid behind an open door.

Today was not just any day. Today was my first day as a pokemon trainer. Yep today was my tenth birthday. The day I would travel the world in search for pokemon gym badges, but it also was the day I left my mom. I felt a mix of grief and excitement today was not like any other day. I thought of my times with mother when I was smaller she would always make me fancy lunches for field trips, the lunchbox I had was also a battery powered freezer. She would always pack me a lot of cuts of fruits and vegetables though I normally only ate the fruit. She made me fruit salads and squeezed the juice herself though I never understood how she got it into the juice boxes. She would stay up late making these lunches. Then she would start dinner soon after I left to school. She always overdid herself with dinner, and honestly I liked her food better than any restaurants. She was very kind, and also spent a lot of her time cleaning she never asked me for help much even though I offered a lot. I really did like cleaning because of our strange conversations about school and work. Plus it was a good time to talk about things I had done wrong and why I felt I had to act on them. She never scolded me, even though it all seemed so perfect I still felt something was missing.

My father he did not live with us. He had past on when I was really small in a tragic car accident, but even if he wasn't there I did not feel lonely because I felt him. He watched us even though we could not see him. Yet strangely, even though we never spoke of him I knew mother did not feel the same way oddly enough I was al she believed in and all she saw. Mother did not have many friends but sometimes when I watched her cleaning, I could see she missed him and thought much about him when she was alone. Strangely I was all she had.

When I realized that I felt a strange tingle come to my gut. I clenched it and considered my options. Was it really wise to leave at such a time. Yet times were not bad for it was always like this.

In thought I had lost my excitement and laid back down. The sun was getting brighter and the glimmer of light faded as a painstaking stream over powered it I shut my eyes tightly and smothered the pillow in my face to block out the light. I did not want it to be morning. May I sleep once again.

"Honey!" my mother cried out to me.

I could feel when my mother was sincere and with a flash memories of me and here flashed before me. The memories grew and all said in my others voice:

"I just want you to be happy…"

"PLEASE!!"

"I wish it with all my heart…"

"…You know it!"

"If there was only a way."

"I love you…"

"…Red…."

"…I really do…"

I jumped out of bed.

"Coming mom!" I realized what my mom really wished, and with a flash I saw my mother truly happy. I was to be Red the new pokemon trainer of Pallet town. Yet still I knew even with me gone father would still be there. So I would know mother would never really be alone.

I wandered my way to the kitchen were my mother was. She really tall, but thin, had brown long curly bangs with wavy hair wore a simple white tank top long raggedy old jeans and a white apron. Her usual cleaning, and cooking clothes. She had big green eyes light tan colored skin, a small nose, hands, and relatively long nails.

As I saw her face my heart would beat loudly and drown all other sounds. A long sigh escaped me. My throat dried and chocked. Seeing her sad face brought me much grief. She would lie in though doing nothing often. I never asked her what she thought about, but for some reason I could see that expression she wore as she thought often when she interacted with pokemon. Maybe that's what she thought of, but then I would not think pokemon crossed her mind often. Could there be more depth to that? I guess there must be.

"Mom?" I called. She did not respond.

"Mom?!" I called again.

"Mom!?!" I nudged her shoulder gently.

"Huh?! Yes?" She answered me.

"Thanks!"

"Oh?! Oh!" she handed me lunch. I would miss her lunches. I would miss her. "Well hurry the pokemon professor won't wait! Your late enough as is." she nudged me toward the door.

"Your right ma. Thanks." I approached the door.

"Wait!" she called at me and ran toward me. "I'm really going to miss you!" she hugged with great force.

"M-m-m-ma-mom!" I struggled and she suffocated me.

"I'm sorry." She looked down in disappointment, and let go. I thought for a second. Yet I opened my arms and hugged just as she had hugged me. I felt the warmth of her arms and smiled. Then I felt a drop on my head. My mother was crying, and so we said our goodbyes.