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My favourite is Victini.
When I was a kid, I had a "grandmother". She wasn't blood related; She was just a sweet old lady who helped my mother take care of me because she had experience taking care of kids and all.
She was the sweetest, nicest thing in the world. She'd wake up every saturday morning and walk to my house (which was like a few meters away) and make waffles for breakfast. Always took care of me while my mother and father were working.
She died one day, and her funeral was going to be on the last day of the local fair, which I hadn't gone to yet. I begged my mother to take me to the fair, and I forced her to miss my grandmother's funeral because of that.
I feel like absolute shit everytime, man. That woman was like my mother's mother. (My mother's real mother died giving birth, so she never even go to see her mom. There aren't even any pictures of her anywhere.)
