A knock on the door sounded through the mostly empty house. Applebloom looked up from the kitchen table and went to answer it, leaving her half eaten meal behind. She walked to the living room, causing the floorboards to creak and groan. She had meant to replace them but hadn't had the time to. She opened the door and frowned.
"Hello miss. Is your mother home?" The pony in the business suit said.
"First of all," Applebloom replied, leaning on the door frame. "You should know that I never knew my mother. Second, if you're from the bank, then you should know that I'm not interested in selling, no matter how much you offer me. And third, I'd never give up this farm. Now get off my property before I make you get off."
"Ma'am, you are making a huge mistake. This land is worth a lot, and we're willing to pay you for whatever it takes to get it."
"Listen here bub, 'cause I'm only saying this once. I inherited this farm from my family, we've been on this farm for generations, and I said I'm not selling. I'm not giving up everything my ancestors worked so hard for just so some fancy money-grabbing idiot can build a parking lot. This here farm still provides half the food in Ponyville, and exports to five different cities as well. This farm was, is, and forever will be my place of business and my home. I'm an Apple, and I'm damn proud to be, so get the BUCK off my farm."
"I see. Well, thank you for your time, have a nice evening."
"I will once you leave." Applebloom spat in disgust. The banker turned and made his way down the dirt path, onto the cobblestone road near the entrance to the farm, got in a waiting luxury carriage, and made his way back to the bank. Applebloom watched him go, then turned and went back inside.
She stopped in front of a framed picture hanging on the wall. All around were her relatives at the last family reunion. The family continued to grow, but there were a few spots missing.
She looked toward the ceiling.
"I miss you sis. And Granny and Mac to, and I'm proud to have had a family like you."