//------------------------------// // day eight // Story: Her Mother's Diary // by Church //------------------------------// ...Day eight... Welcome to your new home, Rainbow Dash... It may not seem like much, I know, I apologize. I would like to give you everything, you know I would, but unfortunately, times are tough, and this is about all that I can muster. But you have a bed. You have a room. You have a roof over your head. And you have me. Perhaps the latter of those isn’t the best you could ask for, but hey, I’ll be trying here, and I’ll leave that up to you to decide just how well I’m doing. If you ever do read this, you might groan upon knowledge of the next statement. You are an adorable little foal. I’m sorry... mother speaking here, but you are. When we crossed the threshold, passed into the house for the first time... you uttered the sweetest little gasp, and you slowly let your eyelids slip close and thus fell fast asleep. Your mane of many colors fell still, and your cyan underbelly softly rose and fell in the midst of your steady breathing. You smacked your lips twice... and interrupted your own sleep with a hearty snore. You then smiled innocently in your slumber. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I took you to your room and I laid you down. The doctors told me that you would need plenty of rest, plenty of attention, and you couldn’t leave the house for the next six weeks. While that may seem like a terribly long time to stay here with you in this house, without leaving that is, I will stay with you throughout. If I were to say my social life were anything else but dead, I’d be lying through gritted teeth anyway. You are my only ray of sunshine. You are my only love. I don’t need anypony’s pity. I feel as though the future is bright, regardless of myself having to take care of her all by my lonesome. I’ve never backed down from a challenge, and I certainly don’t miss... ugh... him being around. Rainbow Dash, this is for you to know (and for me to properly vent my feelings). Your father is from Las Pegasus. He is a studious, well off colt who works as a consultant for a very prominent company there. He is tall, dark, handsome... the kind of colt that makes mares want to squeal in a fangirl screech and chase him wherever he goes. I fell for him. I fell... very hard for him, head over hoof. Another thing you should know about your father. He is a corrupted, sniveling, dirt-brained fool of a pony, and he deserves nothing more than a swift kick in the flank. He chose to leave us... so now I have you all for myself. And I could not feel more lucky. I figure he just missed out. He missed out on something marvelous, something that he could be a part of. Something tells me that this isn’t the first time that he’s opted out of something so crucial to life... but that’s another story, a sad story that I can only surmise be full of terrible and insurmountable misdeeds. None of that matters, Rainbow. As you lay in your crib, constructed of only the plushest of clouds, I can’t help but think to myself that everything is going to be alright. You are so angelic, so heavenly, so perfect. I reached down to gently caress your cheek as you slept, and you nuzzled up to my touch as if you knew. I don’t know how you did, but you just knew. I smiled. My cheeks were burning from the endless curvature to my lips on this day. You were so serene and peaceful... is it odd to be jealous of your own foal? Whatever the future holds for us. I am prepared. Or at least... I would like to think so. I’m positive that she’ll throw me some sort of curveball, and I will need to adjust. But here’s the thing- We have a lifetime ahead of us. Though sometimes things may get hard, and we may just want to give up, know that we can’t. I’ll make mistakes, Celestia knows I will. Rainbow will make them as well... it’s only a part of life, I know that. But how we get past them will determine who we are as a family. One thing is for certain. With all of the time that we have left, all of the adventures we will share... It is known that I will always love her. That promise is made to myself, and it will never change. So here we are, turning a new leaf... and I could not be more grateful.