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// Ch 8 
// Story: When a Door Closes a New One Opens 
// by coolpony01 
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Spike and I have been getting closer. He always loves to hug me. It is so adorable. Celestia says that I am a good caretaker for the little one and I am proud of that fact. It is nice to know that I can get close to someone again. Since my parents never let me get close to too many people other than Bolin on their mission it was difficult for me. Now I finally have friends again. It is nice to have friends, it's a positive part of life. 

I have also gotten really close to Shining Armor’s friend Cadence. She is the alicorn of love and keeps up to her name by always expressing her love to my brother he and her or coltfriend and fillyfriend. She also keeps up to her name by always looking out for the best interests when it comes down to love such as supporting gay rights. She understands that gay people and bisexuals deserve the same love and positive treatment as everyone else and is fighting for gay marriage to finally become legalized. I like that willingness to do what’s right even if some people will be against it. 

I just woke up and smiled as I heard Spike yawn. “Good morning Spike.” I said as I went over to his crib.

He smiled at me and I smiled back “So how are you doing this fine morning?” I asked pleasantly. 

He just cood at me and I couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Yea I figured.” I said.

I then went to get him his breakfast oatmeal and bananas. We enjoyed our meal together and he didn’t cause any problems for once. He usually tries to spit something out but not today he’s being very good.

“What’s got you in such a good mood today Spike?” I asked.

He then smiled and began to “play” with his food. “Spike.” I said annoyed but while laughing.

I went to take him outside for a bit in the warm summer sun. We recently enjoyed a nice time at the parents play date for non ponies. Many ponies adopt non ponies apparently. Well technically Spike isn’t adopted but I consider him family, nevertheless, and thus want what’s best for him.

I let him go play by the trees in our backyard. My grandmother is away on a trip at the moment so I’m left to look after Spike for the moment. Grandmother adores Spike and well Spike adores her. She's always saying how he’s so special which I’d have to agree he really is a special little dragon. And that doesn’t matter one bit no matter what our neighbors say. 

He smiles as he sees the leaves fall down and then I noticed… he’s about to sneeze! I rushed over and saw a very tiny amount of fire come out of his nostril. I sighed in relief he can be a handful sometimes well he is new at fire breathing after all. 

He’s already managed to burn one of my books which I was mildly upset over but I kept my cool and got a new one. 
He then tried to climb the tree and I remember that he has this habit for climbing on things he then fell, and I rushed over. “Spike.” I called out. He ran over to me, and we hugged.

I let out a sigh “You have to be more careful you could’ve been hurt.” I say as a teachable lesson but still with care.

He then began to try to talk. He does that sometimes but hasn’t said any words yet. “Mu Mu Mu ma Moma.” Spike said.

I gasped “Did you just.”

“Moma.” He said again.

“I’m his first word.” I said as I began to get teary eyed. I knew then that Spike wasn’t just becoming family he was becoming my son and that realization made me truly move past what happened last year.