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by Solar Caesar


Therapy?

"Mom, are you okay?" Sweetie Belle asked as she tried to revive her mother.
Her mothers eyes shot open.
"Mom! Thank Celestia your'e awake!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed. Hopefully her mother forgot what the conversation was about.

"Yes," said her mother "I am glad to be awake."
Phew! Sweetie Belle thought Dodged a bullet there.

"So I can sign you up for Therapy sooner!!!"

Bullet not dodged. Bullet taken right in the face.

"Why on earth would you want to learn Changeling?!?!" her mother screamed.
"Because-" Sweetie Belle started.
"Of all the languages in the world, you chose Changeling?" her mother continued.
"I just-" Sweetie tried to enter the conversation.
"Do you even know how those Ruffians live?"
"MOM!" now it was Sweetie Belle's turn to scream.

And it shut her mother right up.
"Someone told me... that we respect all species. No matter what their religion, coat colour, or history."
"What?" asked her mother "Who put those ridiculous ideas in your head?"

"You and Dad."

"Oh."

"It's not like I'm turning Changeling, right?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"Listen, honey. I just don't want you to be associated with those Changeling's. They just have too much of a dark history. How about Japanese? Or Russian? Or how about French?" her mother persuaded.
"Okay, Okay." Sweetie Belle agreed.
"Good girl." said her mother.

"Now what else happened at school today?"