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// 30-7-11 
// Story: A Series of Letters 
// by Dashie04 
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To, our father, Corn Husk.

As expected, the doctors predicted way wrong. I don’t know why I had any shred of hope in the first place. Mom’s dying in two days, and that’s being generous. You said that if we gave the word you’d come right down. So, here’s the word:

Dad, come down now. I don’t care what the generals say, I don’t care if they say,”No, you can’t see your dying wife.” You’ve got to see your dying wife, and you’ve got to see her now. She’s lying in bed mumbling to herself, I can’t pick out any words, frankly, I’m not sure if I want to. It could be more boldfaced lies, it could be her saying that this is all for the better. I don’t care what she’s saying, I don’t want to hear it!

But seriously, I’d give anything to see Mom again. I’d give my own life if I had to. There should be no reason why a pony as great as Mom should suffer. I haven’t been the best daughter, have them take me instead. I’d do that, just to see Mom smiling a real smile. It may sound terrible, but I truly feel like that’d be the best thing to do.

Alas, I can’t, and I have to suffer while watching Mom die. Or rather, suffer by watching Mom die. I just can’t handle this terrible turn of events. 

Besides, I wrote this letter to notify you that Mom’s dying. I rambled, like always. See, how I should be taken by Death instead.

So, I mean, I’ve come so far with Mom. I went from a filly that was interested in being in the miltary someday, and trust me, I’ve heard you talk about that so much. Then, I accepted myself and got a girlfriend. Mom’s been so accepting of my slightly oddball qualities. She truly loved me, even though I did some pretty silly things. Maybe not even silly, and instead just stupid, or ridiculous.

The point is, she loves me despite the circumstances. She’s always loved me, she loves me now, even though she might not know it. She might not even care to remember. But, it’s there, that’s all I care about. Mom, she’s always loved me. I don’t even need to mention that, yet I always do.

It’s always true, and I think I owe Mom for making me the mare I am today. Now, you’ve heard from Mom, you’ve heard from me, but you haven’t heard how Jack’s doing in his own words. Therefore, I called him in to help me write this letter. This sincere look back on all Mom’s helped us through. 

…

Shine just handed me the quill. She’s asked me to write about my experiences. 

But firstly, I just can’t believe it. There’s no way Mom has died or will die. It’s got to be some mix-up. The doctors mistook her for another pony, right? She’s not dying, and she’ll just wake up in a few days perfectly fine, right? I’m well-read, and I’m fairly certain brain tumors don’t work that fast. It’s just so unlikely that she’d be killed so quickly by such a thing. Also, it’s impossible that the doctors couldn’t help, they had to mix her up. She doesn’t have a brain tumor, she’s perfectly fine.

Therefore, I don’t know why Shine has asked me to recount my experiences with Mom. Because she isn’t dying. Nope, just a mix-up, everything will be perfectly fine.

But, in the— very rare— occasion Mom does die. Fine.

You have heard about my Changeling Civil Rights Movement. Well, you don’t know why. It may have put a strange implication in your mind that I am insane. I would like to fully assure you that I am not. Now, you may be leading a similar movement at your base, but nopony’s listening. Well, can’t say I have it any better, but I do really believe in the power of Changelings and ponies side by side.

Well, I used to start out as your normal student. I studied, loved reading, and of course, wore glasses. Now, I still do all these things, but now I’m a little more. I’m an activist, and as Mom’s awesome history class teaches, those ponies always leave an impact. I may not be leaving my mark now, but I assure you, Dad, I will do it later.

You can blame Mom for this. She’s the one that she insisted we research Changelings. I have to say that she did the right thing. Once I learned about the hive mentality, I realized that a lot of what Changelings do isn’t their choice. Also, you usually don’t see anything above a lowly drone out, and you sure don’t see elite guards and the queen out in the wild. 

Drones are ponies too. They’re just a little misguided and maybe a little mind-controlled. Therefore, I support them and their endeavors, and insist that ponies try to break that mind link. My girlfriend supports this, and despite her coloration, she is not Twilight. She’s just somepony that looks like Twilight.

To think, Mom’s been with me the whole way. She may be a little sick right now, but she’s still Mom. She’s still the pony me and Shine grew up with. She still loves us, and I’m glad she’s okay. 

Anyways, I’ve covered my experiences. I definitely think Shine has it from here. So, I guess that I’ll hand off the quill. It’s hard to write with hooves anyways.

…

Don’t mind Jack, I’m fairly certain he’s still in denial. Also, he’s probably the only pony in the family who calls me by my name, me included.

As stated, Dad, come back home now. We need you by Mom’s side before it becomes too much to bear. You’ve already missed Christmas, don’t miss this event.

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Mom would like to say that she loves you.

Our hearts beating in lockstep;
Shine “Sparky” Sparkle, and Jumping “Jack”.