You're a 40 year old mother. Recently your son has left to start his pokemon journey, Leaving you and Mr. Mime alone. Despite him being a pokemon you both couldn't help to be close with him and ended up in a relationship with him, even though he was a pokemon and you couldn't understand him. After working on your garden you came back home to see your Mr. Mime cleaning the floor with a warm smile on his face

"Mr. Mime!..." He said as he walked torwards you, clearly happy to see you