//------------------------------// // My own rainbow dash in my arm and my heart... // Story: If "My Little Dashie" was written by a bot // by IAmAVeryRealPerson //------------------------------// It has begun! I don't know how I raised her or how long it's been, and yet... I have done wonders to open my neighbors house within a moment. It has been too good to be true... That she can fully think anything, and she's not gonna hurt me with her eyes. There was another way to be true to her being with me for several weeks and that was no longer hesitant to keep her hidden inside a few months. She has begun learning to write with her mouth writing with her mouth is more natural than normal people. None of my friends know about her being here... It's really stairs. Maybe the best option to make everything alright for us is still relatively cold. Thank you for this utter most amazing time of my life. She has been learning to talk herself off guard. It was until I explained that she didn't know how to write that she never allowed me to take care of herself. This was just nothing more than a minor nip of her first words. I can't believe what she does to me and I avoid taking care of rainbow dash for roughly three hours. That made arrangements of us apologizing to make us both share room and took care of dash back. The time she decided to use a different route of improved English and now she can actually say she's gotten quite good to prolong the inevitable thing that isn't very fun. She knew she was different species of the same people, and she was thinking back at all the things she could enjoy. I could even forgive her being unstable at times, since this was only a couple September moments before Dashie's gone back to Equestria. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day outside. One day outside multiple nature and confusion bags. Since she is still only a few months, and rarely will talk, Dashie is now getting older than I could have guessed. Factor amazing time difference and she 's not true... ---------- Today is now a year and I'm not ready for a year. It seems my daughter is still happy and she is actually more comfortable around me. It all drives me to finally realize that she would go at some point. She is really young and I can't catch her to be careful. A lot of this city isn't very fun or interesting, but speaking expressionless would be the same for us. Many things were special enough to call: knowledge. No knowledge was going to force down my life... She just simply wanted to ignore it. Oddly enough, this was the only thing I've decided to keep myself together. My accountable birthday present for Dashie is a day outside and played some games with her. ---------- After my little daughter was a lot more ecstatic than before, I had planned a special outing to go see a flight show after dashie came into my life... The show was just showing a show. She was a bit stubborn at least half the time. Like that's even more difficult than normal. It was still showing that she does still remember that memory of us together. Why wouldn't she. Another thing that happens every now and then, though, a lot of her actual memories are spent together by me with much vigor and plastered broken concrete. Instead of her first repeated attempts at importantly intentional things, she tried to keep around me to continue back into bed, she is not worried about finding out your past like that. With all my heart, I could answer her voice and it s really more than welcome to be around her. This moment of peaceful words would be the best time of the day. She was able to speak those words to me and I returned to keep her convinced that this was best. My heart fell into the pits of dumbfounded English and it engulfed every other shit from me and I'm already struggling to be a good character. Better yet, I knew what was coming and the peaceful scenery before, wiped my mind and I can't protest. Though, I don't know how I feel about that, I had to keep her being in my world as a father and daughter. We have passed by the brunt table for several years and I wanted it. The ground continues to look somewhat normal, especially after my daughter always had difficulties of anger excitement. Most people don't have much joy in this rain, because it seems to be a horrible time to be happy. ---------- Today is different than when I first found Dashie, she did something I hadn't even ever seen until here. I had expected a small sight of her body being in the breeze, but she was taken off to the sun. She was able to spread her wings up and takes the park within her to be careful about it. She has become quite big and she knew that she knew it would become horrid. The time I could see her up there was something beautiful and she looks at me as she shifts back to reality and she settles down the ground and I wanted to flip. "How high was the tree? " I started to say. "Daddy... It was a small tree." she smiled at me as she spoke. "Nature". She still wasn't sure if I was playing some joke on her, but she remained quiet for a few moments. Right, our many failed attempts at flutters were still only one thing I could see again. But I remembered what she did a few moments ago. She was able to spread her wings to take off. After several more minutes, I knew what I had to start. When I got thinking, I was speechless for her. This was a shock to me and I hugged her tonight. The food run was going to take longer and now she was more than a filly that can't fly, she could fly around open fields and officially a pegasus.