At my age, most of the kids are realising their dream of being a Pokémon Master.

But mine is simplier, taking care of the family farm.

With only fifteen years I inherited the farm that has been in my family for three generations. Its only me since dad went to the war and never came back.

"Sorry kid, you old man died in combat. A brave fella indeed, he saved my whole unit from a trap". That's what Lt. Surge said to me a couple of years ago when he came to the house to pay his respect to my papa. Haven´t had a mom either, but dad never said about it when I questioned him why.

So grandma took the job of raising me teaching me about how to take care of a farm, the livestock and all the stuff necessary to keep the mill running.

But time is cruel and grandma one day fell sick, so while she recovers, I am in charge.

Of course I am not alone, my pal Oddish is always helping here and there.

The little guy appeared one day running from a pack of Growlithe. When I managed to scare those pups with a bucket of water, it was nowhere to be found.

But three days later it came back to the farm, a little cautious at first of course.

I offered him some of the food the Miltanks eat everyday, and after that we became best buddies.

Since that day, things became easier having its help and constant loyalty.

So here we are, both sitting at the porch and looking at the stars in this night. In front of us there is a growing field full of possibilities.

You know what? Moments like this makes me feel that like is good.