i’ve been collecting pokemon cards for about a year now, nothing too serious, just something that makes me happy. my mom recently came back from her trip to vietnam, which was her first time ever traveling outside the country. she told me she brought something back for me, and when she handed me the pokemon packs, i could tell right away they were fake. but honestly, i didn’t care at all.
what got to me was the fact that she was out there enjoying something new for the first time in her life, and she still thought of me. she saw something she knew i liked and picked it up without knowing anything about whether it was real or not. the thought alone just hit me in a really emotional way.
by grnvk