"Happy Mother's Day, mommy!" my twins, Cloud Shaker and Sky Drift shout with glee. My husband gives me a kiss. "From all of us."
"Thank you, I love you." I say with tears in my eyes. My toddlers seem confused.
"Don't cry, mommy, you shouldn't be sad!" My daughter, Cloud Shaker whines.
"Yeah, you should be happy. Sorry if you don't like it." my son, Sky Drift says sheepishly.
"No, no. These are mommy's happy tears!" I explain two my toddlers.
My husband looks at me with worry. "You're alright?" he whispers in my ear. I shake my head yes.
"Let's go to the café. They have a Mother's Day special!" I say the twins cheer.
I was about to head inside with my family when I'm stopped by an aged woman. She looks familiar to me.
"Go ahead inside, honey, order me some coffee." I say to my husband, he takes his cue and takes our kids inside with him.
"Happy Mother's Day." the mare greets. My mother. I hadn't seen her all these years. I look at my family through the window, smiling so they don't worry. But to be honest, I don't know how I feel.
"You have a family." My mother takes notice. "I didn't know I had a son-in-law, or two identical grandchildren."
"Fraternal." I correct. I lean in so no ponyelse can here. "How dare you come and scare my children!" I scold, scowling at her.
She heaves a heavy sigh, as if she's disappointed. "I didn't expect you to be enthusiastic to see me." she admits, I continue to scowl at her.
"Look, Quick Blaze. The past is the past. I've changed. I got some help, and tried contacting you for years, but I didn't know where you'd gone, or what you looked like." she lies. For a second I want to believe her. But I smell the alcohol on her breath. She even looks as if she's just recovered from a massive hang over.
"What made you think it was me then?"
"I saw it. Your beautiful, golden and black mane. Orange eyes. Even your voice. I still see my little girl." she attempts to put her hoof on my shoulder, giving a small smile, but I brush her off. Her smiles fades.
"You're making me set a bad example for my children." I say harshly.
"Because I'm talking to a stranger."
"Happy Mother's Day. Now if you love your daughter, stay out of my life. I don't want my children to grow up around an old drunk. Good day, ma'am." I walk away and join my family just in time for the waitress to take my order. I dwell on this day, 10 years ago, I told her that I hate her. I've grown since then, become more responsible without my mother. And now my vow is complete.
"Was that who I thought it was?" My husband asks, looking concerned.
"I took care of her. And I don't think she'll come back."
"I'm sorry, Quick Blaze."
"No need, I'm happy."