Yes, it was love.  I could feel it.  Richard and I were lying, side by side, 
under a tree.  Both of us knew we would have an egg by the evening.  The only 
thought of having a baby with the man I love was making me feel extremly good.  
"Mira, I am so proud.  In a few hours, our egg will hatch!"
"It's unbelievable: we're going to be parents!"
"Our first baby!"
"And not the last!"
We both smiled at each other.  We were meant to be together to raise this new-
born...  We waited patiently for this birth.  We were watching our egg to make 
sure it was in security.  I panicked each time I heard a noise that could be a 
danger.  This little egg was the most precious thing I ever had.  After dawn, 
the oval brown and white egg was moving!  We were full of excitement!  
"Miiiii!"
It's first cry!  I will always remember it.  I looked at the baby and noticed it 
was a male!  My son's cute eyes were looking at mine.
"Max!  Your name is Max!", I said spontaneitly.
Then, I turned around to gave the child to Richard, but I notice that he kept 
his distance.  
"Mira...  What is that thing?"
"What are you saying? He's our son!"
"This is not my son, it's a GLITCH!"
"Richard!"
"It stinks and its ugly!  It's all your fault!  I should have listened to my 
mom's stupid legends about MissingNo!  I never want to see you again or any 
other of those darn MissingNo!"
He ran away from me.  Its shame made all the love he had for me melt.
"Richard, what happened to you?  Why?"
I broke in tears.  But my son's presence was making me feel more secure.  I knew 
that the love I had for Richard will be given to Max...  Not in the same way, of 
course, but still...  Max was the person I loved the most in my whole lifetime.  
Because everything has an ending.

"Oooh, it's...  It's sorta, well, I mean, it's a bit unusual, you know..."
This was my friend, Mya the Marowak, was saying when she first saw Max.  At that 
time, she was my best friend.
"Say what you want to say.  Be honest, as usual!", I roared.
"It's ugly!"
"There you go!  And how is that important?"
"Well...  you don't want to hold it, it's just a glitch!"
"What are you calling my son?"
"This ain't your son!"
The words she was saying prooved me the worth of her friendship.
"Go away, I shouted at her, I don't want to see you again!"
I lost my friends one by one.  All of them insulted my son.  How could they be 
so cold-hearted?

I was feeling very depressed.  I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my 
mind, but I still had my baby.  People would thing that Max made me loose  
everything, but I don't see it that way.  Max made me loose the things I would 
have lost later anyway.  He saved me.  I loved him so much, but yet I wasn't the 
happiest mother.  Still, my son had an heart of gold, he was a polite and nice 
little one.  I watched him grow, to my eyes he became always more beautiful and 
wiser.  I wish people could see it my way, but there are things in this world 
that I can't control.  Tolerance lacks in our environnement, but maybe there is 
more outside Cinnabar Island lake!  I wanted to go away, to see the world, to 
meet more tolerant people!  I wanted Max to get friends.  Of course, the pokemon 
didn't want to be friends with him, with me either.  We were outcast, but we 
still had each other.

Watching him grow was so wonderful.  The only person he knew was me.  I wished 
he had a father, but I couldn't even talk to anyone, because they all went away.  
All this because they are scared of the unkwown.  They heard that MissingNo were 
dangerous glitches and they just don't want to have anything to do with Max.  
What a stupid attitude!  But what could I possibly do against it?  One thing: 
don't behave like them and never be friends with them!  This way I would be sure 
to get worthy friends.  But I waited so long for friends.  As I waited, I became 
more sad.  There were days when I just couldn't move.  I lied down, crying.  My 
little Max tried to make me feel better.
"Mom, you are sad again?"
"Max...", I sobbed.
"Mom, don't cry.  I don't like when you are sad."
"I'm sorry Max, I just can't control myself...  I feel so alone."
"You are not alone, you have me."
"I know and I love you a lot, don't get me wrong.  It's my sickness."
"Why don't you go to the Pokemon center?  I heard there was Pokemon that can 
cure you, Mom.  You have to go there."
"I'm sorry, Max, my sickness can't be cured at a Pokemon centre."  
I didn't know how to explain what a depression was to a kid.  
"Why, Mom?"
"Mom cannot be cured."
"I'm sure there's a way!"
"No, nobody can do anything!  It's hopeless!"
"No, Mom, you told me never to give up hope!  You never are alone!  You said 
that even when you'll be gone, I'll never be alone.  There will always be God to 
guide me."
"You are right, Max...  There is still hope.  We can do it.", I said though I 
was not sure I believed in it.
"Good!  That is good!"
Max jumped happily.  I did a weak smile back at him.  I admired my son for being 
happy even if he only had a depressed mother to take care of him.  I felt that 
Max will get the life he deserves someday.