Delia Ketchum, the mother of the famous (or rather infamous), Ash Ketchum, sat solemnly at her kitchen table, her fingers wrapped loosely around the handle of a half-empty cup of tea. Her left hand supported her head, a troubled and melancholic expression plastered onto their face. She had just gotten off the phone with her son, Ash. He had lost yet another league in another region.
"What is wrong with him?" Delia growled, the thought of her clod of a son losing yet another competition made her blood boil. "He has so many powerful Pokemon by his side, yet he still manages to lose!" Delia gripped the cup of semi-warm tea in her hands, clutching it tightly in her palm. "He should be a 'Pokemon master' at this point! But he's still just an inexperienced kid!" Delia screamed, her anger spilling out as she threw the cup against the cupboards. The ceramic mug, upon imapct, shattered into a mess of lukewarm tea and pottery shards.
"Mi Mime!" A voice chirped out from behind Delia. Swiveling her head slightly, Delia was slightly relieved to see the sight of Mimey. Releasing a stressed sigh, Delia held her head in her hands, tears running down her cheeks. "This is too much.." Delia sobbed. "Doesn't he realize that I'm being affected by his failures? I can't even garden without hearing the neighbors laughing at me for my clod of a son.."
"Mim Mime.." Mimey came from behind Delia, rubbing her back with his gloved hand, cleaning up the mess via his psychic powers. Peeking from the space in her hands, Delia slowly withdrew her hands from her face, her eyes reddened and puffy from the meltdown she had.
"Thanks Mimey." Delia thank, returning Mimey's calming gesture with a hug, to which the psychic Pokemon reciprocated.
"It's just-" Delia sniffled, wiping any stray tears from her eyes. "I wish he would do something else with his life instead." Delia lamented. Her thoughts began to drift off to better times, when Ash was a youngster. In times such as these, reminiscing on those memories was the only thing that held Delia together. Memories of Delia pushing Ash on the swings, her and Ash watching movies, Ash making heartfelt crafts for his mother, the memories were overwhelming really.
"At least when he was a little kid he was-"
As soon as those words left Delia's mouth, an idea sparked in her head. Her eyes widened in surprise and her lips turned to form a wide smile. "That's it!" Delia shouted as she stood up from her seat, grabbing her purse, which was laying on the kitchen counter and rushed out of her house.
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