I live in a foster home. Both of my biological parents died before I was born. The family I live with is not too kind to me. In fact, it seems that they only keep me around to profit off me being there. Everything in my life was terrible, and every night, I would pray to God for something that would help me through this. And one day, my prayers were answered.
Total Words: 2,517
Estimated Reading: 10 minutes
Applejack and Flim haven’t always gotten along. Differing views and whatnot always got in the way of being friends. Maybe, in this dusty, old, and broken shed, that will change? Or not. Or they could just continue being enemies.
Could an old blanket, the warmest they’ve ever felt, change all that?