You're presumably intrigued over what happened to my parents. I recalled it as if it were yesterday; it was an awful memory that grasped me and wouldn't let go. It all started on a bright day in which my mother called me from our kitchen. "HONEY! GET UP! PLEASE!" I could hear her yell. I yawned as I brushed my mane using my horn magic, and then cleaned my bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I leaped from stair to stair till I reached the bottom. My mother hurried into the hallway, with one of her furious looks on her face, which usually meant she was ready to nag me. "Snowflake, how many times have I told you? Do not prance down the stairs; what if you end up falling?" She scowled at me.
"I'm always cautious, Mother! I don't need you to constantly bother me! I'm just having a little fun, and like you always mention, "having fun is crucial!" I quoted her with a deep sigh. Whether I had schoolwork or had to do a chore, Mother always turned it entertaining. She always did it with me and made sure I had a wonderful time. But, as delightful as she was, she was also ultra careful. If she detected something hazardous, she would educate me about it and make me pledge never to do it again, lest I injure myself.
"You don't have to remind me of what I said; anyway, come help me fix breakfast." She walked us towards the kitchen. I took a pan and went to the fridge to get the eggs. When I gave them to my mother, she cracked them perfectly. She cranked up the heat, and a sizzling voice struck my eardrums.
"Where has Father gone?" I wondered aloud, realising he wasn't visible.
"He's in the back garden, outside. Could you please call him, dear?" Mother requested. I nodded and pushed open the door to the garden. Father was cooing over the plants, telling them how splendid they are. I found this amusing and burst out laughing, causing him to turn around startled. He looked embarrassed and stood up quickly from watering them. "I had no idea you also chatted with plants, father!" I burst out laughing.
"Of course I do, my dear. It's important that we make them feel like they're a part of the family. Also, please don't surprise me like that again," He chuckled. I agreed with a nod. "I'm familiar with his father. Mother told me to call you for breakfast," I remembered.
He beamed and, using his magic, cleaned up all of the gardening equipment he was using for the plants before racing inside with me. We assisted mother by laying the table, and once we had done all of our responsibilities, we sat down and began to eat the breakfast that mother had prepared. "I feel it is time for you to seek for job, Snowflake." My mother explained well while spreading honey on toast. I stopped munching and glared at both of my parents. I wasn't like the other ponies who knew what they were meant to do as soon as they earned their cutie mark. Yes, my cutie mark is a pencil concealed behind a snowflake... I know!!! Isn't it puzzling? "I'm not sure what you're talking about, mother; have you seen my cutie mark? I'm not sure what it symbolizes." I buried my face in my hooves and slammed my face on the table.
"Hmm... Okay, snowflake, here's what we're going to do. Your mother and I will search for jobs that you might be interested in, and while we are doing so, you can walk about and ask various ponies about their careers. It may assist you in making your decision." My father completed his breakfast and revealed his scheme to me. My mother clapped her hooves together, showing that she approved with the approach. I grinned. ('This might actually work...') I pondered.
"We need to wash the dishes and clean up a little, Snowflake, so why don't you go ahead?" my mother advised. As I stepped out the door, I said goodbye to them. I had no idea that would be the final time I would see them...