Dear Princess Celestia,
Gosh, it's been a long time since I've done this. Erm, I suppose I should start with an update?
Everything's okay now. My sister came back for me the moment that she turned eighteen and could do what she wanted without her dad stopping her. She got her own place and moved me in, and honestly, my parents didn't do anything to stop her. They never got arrested, they never had anything happen to them for all that they did to me, but they're alone with only each other now, and my mom can't have any more kids, so I think that's enough karmic justice for the pair of them.
I'm so much older now than I was. I just turned nineteen, actually. Me and my friends went up to Canterlot to celebrate, we hopped bars and we took in the sights. I go up there every month now. Somehow, it's nothing and everything like I ever imagined.
Now that I'm older, I finally know everything. I finally understand just how silly I was.
Fillies don't write to Celestia and get replies. It's all made up. Of course it is. What ruler would have the time to reply to a thousand fillies every day? Their parents write the replies, and make them feel like they have a protector watching over them all the time. Of course, mine never did. They couldn't be bothered.
But I did have you the whole time. I still do now.
I had the thought of you, the idea of you. I had the inspiration to go out and be just as amazing as you are, to persevere through everything that ever went badly for me and somehow turn it into a situation I could not just survive in, but thrive in.
And I have to thank you for that. I have to thank you for being the wonderful, caring, and loving ruler that you are, for always being there to watch over your subjects for thousands of years, even if you can't be expected to do everything, if you can't be expected to be in a million places at once.
I've drawn you a thank you for always being there for me. That's what I do for a living now, actually. Not 'thank yous', but art. I know you'll never read this letter, but I'm still gonna send it. It's just tradition by now.
Honestly, I wouldn't feel right if I didn't write to you every once in a little while. If anything, I feel guilty that I've left it this long. I suppose for a while, I didn't feel as if I needed the crutch once my sister came back. Maybe I got tired of getting nothing back, and I realised that all of this was futile.
But it's not. There's purpose in the act itself. In the thought of sharing your deepest thoughts and concerns with someone you admire immensely. Maybe it is a fantasy, and maybe it was stupid to believe that you'd ever even see any of these, but it was all worthwhile. You helped my through my foalhood, your existence, your ideals, they helped to turn me into the pony I was today.
You're the best mother I ever could've asked for.
And that's why I have to thank you, have to keep writing to you. It's not fair on you that I ever stopped, and I'm going to make sure that I do so once a month now. Just a quick check up, and idea of what's going on in my life. I won't bore you with long and unnecessary details, and I don't wanna write for so long that I have nothing left to say, but I'm going to put in the effort. You put in so much effort every single day of every single year that it's only fair.
I'm going to keep trying to be more like you. I'd never be able to be you, but I can always continue to learn. Hell Heck, maybe you're still learning!
That's a humbling thought. Anyways, I think I've said everything that I need to, so I'm going to find a mailbox to put this in. I wonder what they do with the letters? I'll bet there's some mail clerk that knows way too much about my life right now, huh?
You're the best. You always have been, and I'm sure you always will be. I'm going to keep on doing this until I'm old and my magic can't hold a pen anymore. As always, I love you so much, and I hope that things over in Canterlot are treating you wonderfully. You deserve that.
Forever your loving subject,
Anon.