They said work or go. they told me that i could become their servant or leave and never come back. that's when i started praying with all my strength, wishing i was an alicorn. i just wanted my parents to like me. was that so much to ask? Anyway, there were two reasons i stayed. 1 was that i couldn't leave lotus and aloe. they were the closest to family i had. 2 was that i still believed that i could make my parents love me, somehow. so i decided to be a servant. the next few years of my life were spent living a lie. a lie that i told myself again and again. even after lotus and aloe left for ponyville, i stayed, my whole life based on that lie. until i finally gave up. now, i don't give up very often. but i was 14 now, and i hadn't lived yet. i needed a life. so one day, i packed the very little clothing i had and a heart locket that my sisters had given me, slipped under my door. while it was comforting to know i had family who loved me, i still had to leave. my last night there, i lay in my bed, sobbing over lost chances. and that was when i got my cutie mark. a broken heart. when i first saw it, i didn't know what it ment. even now its unclear. but i do know one thing.