"Dear Dad

I stole a Pokemon today.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I know you'll be angry at me, but I was really lonely. That Professor man is really horrid to us, anyway: he's always shouting at mum, and she comes home upset. This one night, she came home and started crying. I didn't want to ask her what was wrong, because I knew she'd lash out at me. I found out later on; he fired her from her job at the lab. I love mum and I know what you always say: the man of the house should always look after the family.

Now it's just me and mum, cuz you went off on your business trip again, so I knew that I had to do something to make things right. Now the Pokeball is sitting on the desk by my bed. It's heavier than I thought. Did you find that when you got your first Pokemon? My hand hurts though. I think I cut it on some glass when I got into the Professor's lab, but it was totally worth it. You'd be proud of me, dad, I'm looking out for mum.

To tell you the truth, I don't even know what Pokemon it is. It doesn't matter right now. I think I have to stay at home, and look out for her, so I can't go on my Pokemon journey yet.

I hope you come home for my birthday…

Love

Grey"