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// An Awaiting Decision 
// Story: The Past Life of Pinkamena Diane Pie 
// by Mlws 
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	As I stepped from the restroom to declare my new name and try to show a new vibe, I decided I would toss out my old future and start a bright new one. Maybe I could even make new friends, and try new things. I walked down the hallway with a towel wrapped around my neck and as I reached the stairs, I sighed. I was relaxed, comfortable, and I felt loved for once. At home, I was loved and cared for, but I never felt truly wanted.  I was fed, and I had a home, but there was never a smile shared with one another. The first smile we ever shared was when their ghosts saw my funeral party. That was the first and only smile I ever received from my mother, father, or sisters. I missed them, but I was definitely not missing my old life. This would be a new start for me, and I could finally be myself and have people love me for me. Even though I had no idea who that pony may be, I knew who I could be. This was my only chance. I just needed a yes from her husband, and finally I could be a part of something. I could be a part of a business, family, and a real world. This was all on Mr. Cake. It was his decision. But first, he would have to meet me.
“Pinkamena?” a man called from downstairs.
“Yes?” I replied, and came down the stairs and faced Mr. Cake, the man who needed to decide. He was a sort of yellow earth pony, and his green eyes stared deep into mine. He looked compassionate enough, but I’m not sure if it was more of an examination, or judgment. He had a cutie mark of three small carrot cakes, and I feel like I remember Mrs. Cake saying something about his name being “Carrot”.  He wore an orange striped bowtie and an apron that looked like it had gone through a miniature hurricane of cupcakes and cake frosting. This told me he was hard working.  So did the bags under his and his wife’s eyes. 
“Hello there. I need to get to know you as quickly as possible, because I really need to get to work and deliver this order. So, what are you like?”
“Well, I don’t really know who I am yet. I used to work on a farm outside of Ponyville with my family and then they all died. I decided to move here for a new start and to really find my interests. I never really planned what I’d do, but luckily I came across your wife who claimed she was looking for a child to adopt. I never really got any hobbies either. But I really do adore party throwing!” I told him my story, and ended my last sentence with a hop and a humongous cheesy grin.
“Well, do you go by any nicknames?” He asked.
“Not in the past, no. But I think Pinkie would fit me nicely.” I said, trying not to really name myself.
“I agree. It seems suitable! Alright Pinkie, I will have to decide. Give Mrs. Cake and I a moment alone, will you? Go ahead and explore upstairs. If we decide it’s a yes, you’ll get one of those rooms up there. Go ahead and take a look. OH! IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR DELIVERY! UP THE STAIRS YOU GO, NOW!” He pushed me up the first three steps as I started to trot my way up to look at the rooms. 
I came up the stairs and went around the corner, but stopped there. I eavesdropped a little, and it was wrong of me, but I just had to do it. 
Mr. Cake was whispering “Didn’t you want a baby? And she’s not exactly… eh… normal. She has no interests! How can a pony have no interests?”
Mrs. Cake whispered back “I know, but I really like her. I know this decision is somewhat sudden, but I have a good feeling about this, and she seems like a really sweet girl. I know I wanted babies, but it isn’t like I can’t do that later in life. I really like Pinkie. She’s adorable. She’s homeless, and I can’t let her stay on the streets, especially at her age. Please, Carrot. Please.”
Mr. Cake gave in “Yes. Call her down and tell her. I really need to go get this delivered!” He ran out of the shop carrying saddlebags full of cake mixes. 
Mrs. Cake started to come up the stairs and I quickly ran over to the rooms, trying to look casual. She smiled at me and hugged me tight. 
She smiled a huge beaming grin and said “You’re ours.”
I jumped with glee and hopped straight into the closest room. I squealed with joy and ran across the room without looking. And then I stared in awe. It was a large room and it looked like everything was patterned with candy. Finally, I realized this would be a new life that I would savor.