“Yes, I understand. Thank you f-for letting me know.” said the grey-ish-blue unicorn as he hung up the phone. His purple mane cut like a mullet and his flank bore a scroll for a Cutie Mark. He hadn’t heard from her in a while. What he had last heard though, was that his sister and Dinky where doing just fine. Ditzy had steady employment and was taking good care of herself and her daughter. How things had gone downhill so fast, unfortunately, wasn’t surprising.
She’d had what was called ‘an episode’ by the professionals and now… now his big sister was locked up in an institution. This wasn’t the first time. He never understood what had happened as a young colt, why his sister would be put in the mental ward every so often. He only saw the good, caring and happy side of her. It wasn’t until he was much older that he really knew. Even still, he wasn’t around as much as he would’ve liked; to help support her at times.
There had been some very dark times in her life. But ever since his niece came along, Ditzy had really gotten her act together. Until just now he had hoped that it was all in the past, that she would be fine and her daughter would never have to worry about her mother like he did. Dinky… she must be so scared.
The little filly was being taken care of by Ponyville Social Services until he arrived. That wouldn’t be until tomorrow at the earliest. She was on her own until then. Worse yet, while he tried to take care of his sister, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to take care of his little niece. At least not full time. But until Ditzy was deemed a fit parent once more, he was all Dinky had.
It was late at night now, too late to catch a train to Ponyville but not late enough to go to sleep and let time pass faster that way. As such he stayed up; thinking and worrying. There wasn’t much else he would do. The most prevalent thing on his mind was should he move to Ponyville or take Dinky back here to Detrot?
He had a job here. It wasn’t much but it was more than he had in Ponyville. But he didn’t want to uproot the filly by taking her away from her school and friends to go live with some stallion she’d met only a few times. Even fewer that she would even remember. No matter which he chose, it was still better than the alternative. He wouldn’t let Dinky go into the foster system. It just wasn’t an option.
She wasn’t going to be adopted.
