Sunset- Brock's Tale
Everyone laughs when I freak out over girls. They think I'm just a pervert.
They look at me, and wonder how anyone could be so girl-crazy. Well,
I'm going to tell you the real reason I act like that. This is hard to talk
about, but...
I remember the day my mom died. I walked in to bring her some food, to
find her sitting up in bed, looking out the window. The sun was starting to
set. The colors were amazing. Purple, red, pink, plum- all sorts of colors.
Unusual for Pewter City, the stone town. I walked over to her, and set the
tray down.
"Mom, you should lie down- save your strength."
She turned to look at me. The illness had left her very weak and thin,
making her look elderly. She smiled thinly, and reached a hand to my
cheek.
"Oh, Brock. You're such a dear to take care of me. But I wish you wouldn't
worry so much."
She looked back out the window.
"I remember the last time I saw a sunset like that. It was when your father
proposed to me. That man has the quirkiest luck."
Turning to the tray, she began to eat. Raising a spoon of applesauce to her
mouth, she looked up at me.
"Brock, will you promise me something?"
"What, mom?"
"Promise me you'll take care of your brothers and sisters?"
"Of course mom. Until you get better."
She smiled at me, her face brightening for a moment, and I saw the woman
that she had been just a few short weeks ago.
"That's my little optimist."
Mom lay down, and that was the last time I saw her eyes open. It was hard
to take care of the others. People would stop by, offering money and food. I
soon realized that these small bits were not nearly enough. I reopened the gym
my father had started. The money I earned as a gym leader was sufficient, but
it was hard to keep an eye on the battles as well as my brothers and sisters.
And so I began to search for a wife. Someone to handle the gym while I watched
my siblings, or vice-versa. I admit I get a bit hormonal about it, but you have to
realize, I'm still a guy. Of course, now dad's watching the kids. And I'm travelling
with my friends. But still, old habits die hard.
Everyone laughs when I freak out over girls. They think I'm just a pervert.
They look at me, and wonder how anyone could be so girl-crazy. Well,
I'm going to tell you the real reason I act like that. This is hard to talk
about, but...
I remember the day my mom died. I walked in to bring her some food, to
find her sitting up in bed, looking out the window. The sun was starting to
set. The colors were amazing. Purple, red, pink, plum- all sorts of colors.
Unusual for Pewter City, the stone town. I walked over to her, and set the
tray down.
"Mom, you should lie down- save your strength."
She turned to look at me. The illness had left her very weak and thin,
making her look elderly. She smiled thinly, and reached a hand to my
cheek.
"Oh, Brock. You're such a dear to take care of me. But I wish you wouldn't
worry so much."
She looked back out the window.
"I remember the last time I saw a sunset like that. It was when your father
proposed to me. That man has the quirkiest luck."
Turning to the tray, she began to eat. Raising a spoon of applesauce to her
mouth, she looked up at me.
"Brock, will you promise me something?"
"What, mom?"
"Promise me you'll take care of your brothers and sisters?"
"Of course mom. Until you get better."
She smiled at me, her face brightening for a moment, and I saw the woman
that she had been just a few short weeks ago.
"That's my little optimist."
Mom lay down, and that was the last time I saw her eyes open. It was hard
to take care of the others. People would stop by, offering money and food. I
soon realized that these small bits were not nearly enough. I reopened the gym
my father had started. The money I earned as a gym leader was sufficient, but
it was hard to keep an eye on the battles as well as my brothers and sisters.
And so I began to search for a wife. Someone to handle the gym while I watched
my siblings, or vice-versa. I admit I get a bit hormonal about it, but you have to
realize, I'm still a guy. Of course, now dad's watching the kids. And I'm travelling
with my friends. But still, old habits die hard.
