What's a Pokemon? It sounds like the portmanteau of Pocket Monster. Ah, so you believe that it's a cute creature which you can keep in your pocket? Well, you may be right if you don't mind the chaos a Pokemon can bring to your community. That's why...
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Dear all,
Greetings from your always charming, friendly, helpful, and lovely Professor Oak. Yesterday, while I was spending a night in Aviva's house, I found this drawing by Aviva ten years ago in her library. Hmm, ten years ago, that was when my parenting role actually started.
I recalled Aviva crying like a toddler and begged me to enroll her in a Twenty-Hour Drawing Competition. If it wasn't for the Grand Prize which was worth five thousand Rhonda, I wouldn't even do her such favour. Well, I doubted she would get First Place after all.
I remembered myself dabbing my forehead in anxiety when I saw that girl staring blankly at the plain drawing paper for an entire hour, not having a clue of what to draw. I almost believed that she had soul-traveled when she finally took up the mechanical pencil. Phew!
She spent ten whole hours sketching the gigantic tree and six hours colouring the sky black. She could've done better but she stopped drawing at the nineteenth hour, complaining about a sore tendon. Nonsense! The fifty Rhonda enrollment fee that I spent had thus gone down the drain.
As expected, she earned tenth place out of twenty participants. Well, at least she didn't get the last place. A long sigh of relief here. Though she tried to shield her disappointment, I could still feel her pent-up emotions. As a good parent, I sat her down once we arrived home.
A drawing painted out the artist's inner world. When I saw Aviva choose to use only the black-and-white tint instead of colourful crayons, my heart squirmed in pain. From that day onward, I understood that she'd lived in her own world all this time and wasn't happy.
Her childhood wasn't shiny. She was an orphan who knew not her path. Her mother abandoned her and her father died when she was ten. She told me that she initially planned to draw herself and her idol having a picnic under the starry sky but she didn't even know how she looked like.
She had no choice but to fill in the blank with some Pokemon. She was confused but when she saw the Pokemon smiling back at her, she knew her destiny. She wanted to be a committed Pokemon Protector. The adamant look in her eyes surprised me.
The next day, in order to draw a portrait of herself, I gave Mr. Mime some money and the contact of a decent artist. I must say I was proud of my choice. Aviva had never let me down. Now, reminiscing all my dedication, I believe that I earned a pat at my back.
Well, Aviva had grown up now, in a good and a bad way. Eh-hem, it wasn't normal to see me this sentimental. What had gotten into me? The Archer boy must've poisoned the pizza. Aaargh! My throat hurt now! Enough for today! Catch you guys next time.
