>>15043723>Taken this time, they made her choose between me and him>I'm less important to my own mother than some guy she met a few years ago while he was in prison>Feel like shit>Few days later, I manage to pack what I can>Can't take a lot, will be in foster care a while>Not allowed to take my games, though I fight with them about it>He won't let me have it>Lost all of my original games. Blue, Red, Silver, Crystal, Sapphire, among all of my other stuff.>Lose tons of 90s Pokemon merch that my dad got me>Still makes me sad even today>Won't ever forgive my mother for me losing everything.>Not just that it was Pokemon, but because they came from my dad.A couple of weeks ago I found the messenger bag/fanny pack thing on ebay and bought it. It's the exact same model as the one I had, though it seems smaller now. That's probably just because I grew, though.
Even though it sounds really cliche, whenever I think about this, I remember what my younger self said, that Pokemon don't just live in cartridges, they live in your heart.
And in that sense, my bros, including my very first ones, are still with me.
So OP, even though you lost your games, as long as you loved them, you didn't lose your Pokemon.