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Derpy loves her daughter more than life itself. She always looks forward to when her little filly will come home with a wide smile across her face, but what can she do when there is no smile? What can she say when the young pony's bright eyes are blackened and bruised? Sometimes, a mother's wings are all she can offer; sometimes, that's not enough.
This confounds me greatly.
Other fiction has played the mother/daughter role or tried to invoke feelings for the characters but they do nothing. Their bonds and plights mean nothing.
And yet...
And yet the Derpy/Dinky family has yet to fail in getting an emotional response. Whenever the two interact, I get this warm fuzzy feeling that is most odd.
Why?.
I kinda found this at random. To my pleasant surprise, it's wonderful. I applaud you!
HNNNG DAT TITLE PIC.
HNNNNNNNGGG THE FEELS.
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG.
something bothered me about how you portrayed derpy..... im not talking about the loving mother thing because that was a good thing..... its the fact that i dont feel like its derpy, im not reading about a silly pony (hence the word "derpy")..... im just reading about any plain old mother in equestria. what made derpy unique from the other ponies? nothing, you made her seem like an average mom with no real unique qualities.
other than that is was a good read and im just glad derpy wasnt mean to dinky.
Why can't I hold all these comments? Thank you all for all of your support and wonderful comments and ratings! I'll try to reply to some questions.
Read it and find out 
I'm sure it's fine.
In the story it's implied that she's rather clumsy, hence the filly's teasing. That, and the fact that she forgot to turn the stove off.
Maybe. Maybe. But it would have to be at a later date. I have some larger projects that beg my attention more urgently.
Dinky hesitated, stuttering as more salty tears began to well up. “They-, they called you dumb, a- and said that you ruin everything and th- that...” the young pony couldn’t stop herself turning and sobbing into her mother’s coat.
- No space between the - and the next letter.
Also, my reaction when I saw people had downvoted...
0:57
Who said that!
This was beautifully done good sir. I actually cried reading this! 
“That’s why daddy left!” she forced out.
When Dinky said what I lost it. 
I only wish my ramblings turned out this good. So all I can say about this story is
Strange, a lot of people have been requesting that, and I have to. It would be likely to be a different story entirely, however. That, or I'll use this little piece as somewhat of a prologue for something larger. In any case, that will have to be something for a later date, as I am in the middle of working on a larger shipping story and another one shot.
looking at her grey filly with concern.You realise she is a light purple?
Those two have been a real pain in the flank lately,I would say 'in the RUMP' but whatever you think is best...
I'm not entirely sure on referring to her (Dinky) as a "young mare" in the next-to-last paragraph, though. 
But it's still a very sweet Derpy/Dinky story. 
Purplish-gray, so good enough for me. I took on a policy of "close enough" for this story, not realizing that it would become my most popular.
As well, she is called a young mare at the end basically from the mind of Derpy as she observes how her filly has grown.
Dinky flicked the blood off of her blade, watching as the deep crimson stained the floor. Slowly, she lifted her head, observing her handiwork.It was done.
She observed the bodies of her former classmates, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. They were piled on top of one another, their entrails splayed out across the ruined floor. Finally, she had defeated her most challenging of foes and-
"Dinky? What's all that noise up there? What are you doing?"
"Nothing, mom! Just playing... um... checkers!"
"Well I heard you say some words that are not part of checkers and you definitely did not learn them in this household, young mare!"
Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would have to wait. It was time for Dinky to face her most challenging foe of all:
Her Mother.
And then they ate muffins and lived happily ever after.
DAMN....this fic got overloaded with likes, and I'm honored you would put it on my group. Thank you very much, it felt a little cheezy but real, you did a very good job, I'm impressed. I'll be awaiting to see what else you have in your brain Also DERPYYY!!!! Best pony EVER!!!
Aww, motherly Derpy is best Derpy. Your characterizations of Derpy and Dinky are simply spot-on, and their interactions easily got me in the feels. This is truly a heartwarming story... hell, really any story about Derpy and Dinky is, but yours is exceptional. Good job. 
My god, I don't know what's worse, the idea of Dinky slaughtering everyone or the realization that I'd actually want to read this if it were written... 
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Read it again here, since I got to read it before it wasn't even uploaded. 
Really a lovely story, and it makes me wish I could write things with emotions better. Keep up the great work! 
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