It had been twenty years. Twenty long, painful years. Dinky had been only a little school filly when it had happened. First she had been taken away from her mother, and then she had been informed that her mother had died in a horrible accident. Though the accident had turned out to be planned later on.
Suicide is not a common thing among the ponies. It is often considered to be the last possible way. It is horrifying for the close ones to know that the one they loved had been forced to make such a decision.
Dinky had never noticed it. Her mother was always in good mood. It must have been horrible to push all the negative things all back, and keep smiling. Dinky felt like a total idiot now. She hadn’t noticed the signs. She had been young, though, but she still should have done something.
She had blamed it all on the others. She had been angry to the ones who treated Derpy badly. She had been mad at the Health and Care center for taking her away. She had been mad at the Rental Services for taking their house after so little time.
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The funeral had been quiet. Two ponies had been present. Dinky had been there, despite the fact she was still extremely young to see her own mother be buried. And Rainbow Dash had been there, still remaining loyal to one of her oldest friends.
It had been merely just a few words from Dash, and Dinky landing a muffin on the chest of her mother. The grave had been sealed later that night.
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Dinky had never got over it. The pain was always there. She couldn’t get the thoughts out of her head. And maybe it was for the best. This way Derpy would be remembered, at least for some time.
Dinky turned her glance from the simple stone slab that was standing in the eastern corner of the cemetery into the beautiful sky. The sun was setting, casting a heavenly light above the grave of the desperate mare.
Dinky stood there, staring at the sight for hours, knowing that her mother had witnessed the same gorgeous sunset twenty years ago.
“Someday…” was all she said.
“Someday…”