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I remember how much I wanted my own copy of Pokeamon as a kid. It wasn' t really peer pressure. None of my friends ever said anything like You have to get this new game' er whatever.
St e However, it is true that all of my friends were playing it. They talked about it because I wasn' t playing the games, I felt completely excluded.
My life was tough thaugh- My father was a good man. He worked hard. We weren' t a wealthy family. My dad worked seven days a week at the local sawmill. He was an excellent carpenter, but
carpentry work was scarce. He did as many small carpentry jobs as he could, basically working two jobs at once. He was honest. He was nice. He never raised his voice. He never drank. He
was just a good man.
k My mom was a defferent story. From a very early age, I hated her. That sounds horrible, I knew... fer a sen to hate his we mather. But I did. I hated her so much.
She was addict. Prescription painkillers- She never worked. Never looked fer ajob, nevermid anything around the house. All she did was lay in bed, watch TV, and pop pills. When she had pills, all she' d
do is complain. She' s scream. Throw things. Threaten to call the police and tell them my dad was abusing her. All she cared about was drugs and getting out of work. Even if my dad didn' t cave into her demands
she found ways to get money fer pills. She' d steal things. I faund it hard to hang on to any M my things because she' d take them and sell them at the local pawn shop fer a quick fix. My dad' s expensive power
tools, the deys I' d just gotten fer didn' t matter. If it wasn' t belted down she had no problem selling it. I guess my dad' s one vice is that he never had the conviction to kick her wt er put an absolute end
to what she did.
I remember it was my tenth birthday and money was tight. My mom andjust done the worst thing I think she had ever did. Emptied out the savings account my dad had started fer me. There was ever EDD dollars in
that account and she took every last penny. When my dad faund out it was the first time I' d ever heard him yell. It was the closest he' d ever came to hitting her. -.but he finally just let it go and told me he' d do
everything he could to pay me back fer it. It was a dumb thing fer him to say, really, considering it was his money in the first place.
I was prepared to not get anything fer my birthday. I had a Gameboy at the time with a copy of Tetris. I took it with me everywhere so my mom couldnt steal it. I knew times were bad but I was a kid, y' know? I
wanted Pokeamon. Just that one thing. I wanted to feel like I was a kid at school. I wanted to laugh with my friends and feel like I belonged with them, even when I knew I had to go back home to do all M the
household chores my mom refused to do or watch her to make sure she didn' t fall down the stairs in one of her stupors. I dropped a few hints fer the game but was met only with unenthusiastic
I didn' t ask fer it directly because I knew my mom would threw a fit about how money didn' t grow on trees or something, the hypocrite.
The morning of my birthday, I was ready to go to school. No plans fer a party, cake, and no presents. I remember my dad was up early that morning fixing my lunch, which was unusual. I usually fixed my ewn-
He gave me my lunchbox and sent me along to the bus stop. Gave me a hug, promised everything would be better next year and that I shouldnt be disappointed 'Mom has a problem', he said, hut I' m trying real
hard to get her better'.
I Anonymous IO/ / IAN)) [ _ 69212
I just new ed dumbly and went on my way. I was n' t that disappointed. I' d gotten so used to disappointed at that point that I' d grown completely desensitized to it.
I was depressed all morning. Teachers didn' t care. No we even knew it was my birthday except fer me. I didn' t bether to tell any M my friends. There' d be no party fer 'em anyway.
Lunch came around. I opened up my Lunchbox-
All my favorites were there. Turkey and cheese sandwich with mayo, , a pack of gusher's-.
and underneath all that, there it was. A ceps M Pokeamon Blue. I had no idea where he get the money fer it, but there it warband a note with it. I remember that note word fer word.
I' m sorry that I can' t give you the birthday you deserve. I hope this makes up fer it. keep it safe- Dent let anyone take it feom yew It' s yours and only yours. Next year will be better. I promise. I Ieve you so much."
I in the Lunchroom- Bawling- I still have the cartridge.
I Ieve my Dad.
I remember how much I wanted my own copy of Pokeamon as a kid. It wasn' t really peer pressure. None of my friends ever said anything like You have to get this new game' er whatever.
St e However, it is true that all of my friends were playing it. They talked about it because I wasn' t playing the games, I felt completely excluded.
My life was tough thaugh- My father was a good man. He worked hard. We weren' t a wealthy family. My dad worked seven days a week at the local sawmill. He was an excellent carpenter, but
carpentry work was scarce. He did as many small carpentry jobs as he could, basically working two jobs at once. He was honest. He was nice. He never raised his voice. He never drank. He
was just a good man.
k My mom was a defferent story. From a very early age, I hated her. That sounds horrible, I knew... fer a sen to hate his we mather. But I did. I hated her so much.
She was addict. Prescription painkillers- She never worked. Never looked fer ajob, nevermid anything around the house. All she did was lay in bed, watch TV, and pop pills. When she had pills, all she' d
do is complain. She' s scream. Throw things. Threaten to call the police and tell them my dad was abusing her. All she cared about was drugs and getting out of work. Even if my dad didn' t cave into her demands
she found ways to get money fer pills. She' d steal things. I faund it hard to hang on to any M my things because she' d take them and sell them at the local pawn shop fer a quick fix. My dad' s expensive power
tools, the deys I' d just gotten fer didn' t matter. If it wasn' t belted down she had no problem selling it. I guess my dad' s one vice is that he never had the conviction to kick her wt er put an absolute end
to what she did.
I remember it was my tenth birthday and money was tight. My mom andjust done the worst thing I think she had ever did. Emptied out the savings account my dad had started fer me. There was ever EDD dollars in
that account and she took every last penny. When my dad faund out it was the first time I' d ever heard him yell. It was the closest he' d ever came to hitting her. -.but he finally just let it go and told me he' d do
everything he could to pay me back fer it. It was a dumb thing fer him to say, really, considering it was his money in the first place.
I was prepared to not get anything fer my birthday. I had a Gameboy at the time with a copy of Tetris. I took it with me everywhere so my mom couldnt steal it. I knew times were bad but I was a kid, y' know? I
wanted Pokeamon. Just that one thing. I wanted to feel like I was a kid at school. I wanted to laugh with my friends and feel like I belonged with them, even when I knew I had to go back home to do all M the
household chores my mom refused to do or watch her to make sure she didn' t fall down the stairs in one of her stupors. I dropped a few hints fer the game but was met only with unenthusiastic
I didn' t ask fer it directly because I knew my mom would threw a fit about how money didn' t grow on trees or something, the hypocrite.
The morning of my birthday, I was ready to go to school. No plans fer a party, cake, and no presents. I remember my dad was up early that morning fixing my lunch, which was unusual. I usually fixed my ewn-
He gave me my lunchbox and sent me along to the bus stop. Gave me a hug, promised everything would be better next year and that I shouldnt be disappointed 'Mom has a problem', he said, hut I' m trying real
hard to get her better'.
I Anonymous IO/ / IAN)) [ _ 69212
I just new ed dumbly and went on my way. I was n' t that disappointed. I' d gotten so used to disappointed at that point that I' d grown completely desensitized to it.
I was depressed all morning. Teachers didn' t care. No we even knew it was my birthday except fer me. I didn' t bether to tell any M my friends. There' d be no party fer 'em anyway.
Lunch came around. I opened up my Lunchbox-
All my favorites were there. Turkey and cheese sandwich with mayo, , a pack of gusher's-.
and underneath all that, there it was. A ceps M Pokeamon Blue. I had no idea where he get the money fer it, but there it warband a note with it. I remember that note word fer word.
I' m sorry that I can' t give you the birthday you deserve. I hope this makes up fer it. keep it safe- Dent let anyone take it feom yew It' s yours and only yours. Next year will be better. I promise. I Ieve you so much."
I in the Lunchroom- Bawling- I still have the cartridge.
I Ieve my Dad.
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