Hard Enough

There were few things in life that could dry out my happiness faster than the mention of Lola.

The only other triggers to douse the fires of happiness in my chest that I knew of were when people hurt my family. Something Lance had learned, and then William had also learned.

My… well, her, was another person that sadly could be included on the list of hurting the family.

It always made it worse that she was the woman that was supposed to be their mother.

I wasn’t sure what most of the younger kids thought when people asked about their mother or when they saw other kids with normal families.

Not that the pokemon world had what I would consider a healthy take on those, due to the wanderlust that permeated so much of our society.

Oddly enough, people were great at making families, but I could probably walk down a street and find at least two or three single-parent households. It didn’t surprise me that it was predominantly men running off on women, but that didn’t mean the opposite didn’t occur.

Hearing Flint, with that damned longing tone in his voice, like he was a growlithe calling out for his mother.

I made something twinge inside me. “Are you going to run after her?” I bit out.