//------------------------------// // Entry #007 // Story: Silent: Windy Chyme's Story // by Phoenix Heart 27 //------------------------------// Dear Diary, Today sucks. Mama died. She died coughing n’ wheezing. For one moment, when she wasn’t coughing or struggling for breath, she pulled me close and said to me: “Little Filly, you grow. You grow up to be the most beautiful, kind and intelligent mare you can be. I won’t be here much longer so I need you to promise me Windy that you’ll always try your hardest. Never. Give. Up. I love you my little one”. After she let me go, daddy pulled me close and hugged me as she took her last breaths. It was sunny out too. Now it’s nighttime and raining and I’m sitting here watching tv with daddy while aunt Twister’s puttin baby Storm Streamer to bed. Sorry this entry is so short (and that you now have to dry because I been cryin’ onto your pages). I’m not in the mood to say no more. Goodnight. Love, Windy Nichole Chyme (age 6 and ¾) P.S.: Bubby has to get patched up. Maybe Auntie Twister can help me fix him. My special little guy...