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// day twenty-nine 
// Story: Her Mother's Diary 
// by Church 
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… Day twenty-nine...
















I try not to think about him, but he’s just stuck there in the back of my mind. I should help Mom. Dad can be quite the hoofful when he’s on his medication, but I can’t afford to leave the house. Rainbow has my full attention. Just the other day, she crawled out to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out all the pots and pans. She then decided to perform her own little symphony: percussion only. 

This all happened at 1:00 in the morning. 

Otherwise, I would help. I haven’t seen Dad in such a long time. I feel terribly guilty for not taking the time out of my less than hectic schedule to pay him a visit. When I do go, it feels like I’m off on a voyage to a faraway land, like I’m off on something that happens only once in a great while. How sad is it that they never see me? I’m their child for Celestia’s sake, I really need to catch up with them more often.

But I never feel I can. Mom was never the closest to me, and ever since Dad got sick, going to see them has led to... some intriguing affairs. It has just been so hard to make the trip that I’ve resorted to almost never going. Likewise, they never visit me. When this mutual agreement to stay out of each other’s manes was created, I can’t say. But I can say that my life hasn’t exactly been the best without their guidance. I was hoping that all of that would change once Rainbow entered into our lives...

Perhaps not.

I don’t know what to do. I need to go see them. I’m telling myself I have to go see them now. Mom came over last week; that was completely unexpected. I don’t know how bad Dad is, but seeing as how she rarely comes over, I can’t imagine it to be anything less than miserable. I suppose that I will just have to pay the visit once I can take Rainbow with me. That’s in a couple of weeks now, and I eagerly await it. 

In truth, I hope that Mom comes back before these next two weeks are up. I’m beginning to feel a bit depressed ever since her leave. The depressing vibe I’m giving off just might be contagious; Rainbow doesn’t seem to be her usual self, as she seems less rambunctious than normal. Yes, there was the symphony incident, but that’s about it. Other than that, she’s kept to herself, smiled whenever I’ve gone and picked her up... held her. She does make me feel better, her smile is infectious and a grin widens across my face whenever she brightens up. However, my grins are weaker, seemingly fading. Rainbow just might be noticing it... but she still tries her hardest to help out her mother. She tries her hardest to help out her mother, and at an age where she doesn’t even know what’s going on.

There’s just something so... so magical about her. 

Oh dear. I think I hear a cough coming from the crib. She’s tossing. I should stop here so that I can check it out. 

Please don’t be sick, Rainbow. I can’t even handle one family member being sick at the moment. Mommy doesn’t know what she’s doing... but I’ll try my hardest for you just as you try your hardest for me. 

In other words, I’ll find the best doctor in Cloudsdale.