It has been three years since Sally was born, and things in life couldn't be going any better. She can almost fully communicate now, she's begun potty training, and she can walk too! These are just a few things among other things. Like drawing, which seems to be her favorite things to do. What do I mean by seems to be? She will go through a whole coloring book in one day!
For her age, she's pretty good at drawing, and coloring. Yeah she's still learning how to keep inside the lines, but does a pretty good job for the most part, and her own drawing are just amazing! She, like every child does, draws everybody he/she knows in the family, standing side by side, holding hands. For a two year old, it looked really good!
She did this once, and we weren't stick people with stumps at the end of our arms with five tubes sticking out either. It was beautifully drawn, and when she showed me, she had the biggest smile I've seen on her. The only thing that sucks about it whe she wants to show you something, she won't stop bugging you until you give her the attention she wants.
My least favorite part of the day is her nap time, because when she's sleeping, we can't spend time together. I would often come up with excuses for her to not have to take a nap, but mom is one of those persistent people. Once she makes her mind, there is no changing it. So, today, I've been feeling really tired myself so I asked mom if I could take a nap with her, and that if I could, that she would let me hold her.
It was fifty percent true that I was tired, and fifty percent just a plan to get more time with Sally.
And luckily she said yes!!
"Night, night, mommy." Said Sally, as she gave mom a hug,
"Goodnight my precious little girl." Mom coo'd, hugging in return.
Sally then came running up to me as fast as her little hooves could carry her. Hooves are a generally flat, and hard surface, and so is hardwood flooring. Put the two toghether and...
"Gah!" She screams as she begins to slip, but I was able to break her fall by catching her.
"Thankies Dameeian!" She chirped, her ears perking up. "Sawwy fall down and go boom!" She giggles a little at her own little joke.
"No, because I've got you. Sally no go boom boom!" I say, wih a boop of my finger on her nose.
"Otay!" She chirps, hugging me around my neck.
"Now, off to bed for us, huh?"
I walk out of the living room, and to the stairs to the second floor. All you can see are family portraits, hanging on the wall, with their differently styles, and colored picture frames, and sizes. At the top of the steps, I make a right, and down the hall, to my room.
"S-Sawwy needs to go night night!" She cries, pointing to her room.
"No. you're sleeping with me, silly!" I watch as her face lights up into a really large smile, her irises growing in size. She squees happily, hugging me again, her tail swishing left and right at a much faster pace now.
I walk into my room, which is just a plain old bedroom. Grey carpeting, white dry walls, and some light on the ceiling, etc. My bed is over on the left side of the room, with a dresser in from of it, and on the opposite side of then kom from me is a short bookshelf with a tv on top, and and Xbox 360 next to it. a single controller is plugged into it, and is laying there on the floor, from the last time I played.
I head over to my bed, laying Sally down, near the wall, then I climb in afterwards. I pull the blue blanket over us both, and I hold Sally close.
"I wove you Dameeian." Shes says softly, burying the side of her face into my chest.
My heart melts at the four words she just said to me. She said my name, but, she does on a dail basis now. But this time, she even said I love you. She has never said it before though, which is what makes it so special.
Staring down at this wonderful creature before me, I see nothing but pure joy, and happiness in her eyes. I don't know what did it to make her the way she is, I just hope we can get through without any major problems.
This little humanoid Pegasus, that I currently hold in my arms, is my little sister. And so far, she's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I know I promised to always loved no matter what, and I don't plan on breaking that promise anytime soon.
I can feel the tears welling up at an alarming rate, demanding release, and they won't take no for an answer. I feel one begin to slide its way towards my left ear, since I'm laying on my side. And at the same time, I'm smiling like never before.
I begin to pet her mane, we're so gently. With her being so small, my hand covers pretty much the whole top portion of her head. Yes she's grown twice her size by now, but she's still pretty small.
"Dameeian crying?" Sally asks, with a look of concern. She reaches a hand up and wipes away my tears
"I'm crying because I love you too, Sally. I love you so much." I said smoothly, holding her close to me again.
"Night, dameeian." She responds quietly, with a. small yawn. And soon enough, she's fast asleep.
I lay there, now, unable to sleep as my mind put Sally saying she loves me on repeat. She snores ever so slightly, cuddled close to me. The only sounds that can be heard is our breathing, and her tail thumping on the bed every once and again.
After some time, I manage to finally fall asleep and get some shut eye.
You know how most kids can't stand school, right? Yeah, well I probably hate it the most, because, school means seven and a half hours of not being able to be with Sally. I've noticed that since she was born, my grades have dropped slightly from b's and a's to b's most with a couple of c's.
I just can't stay concentrated most of the time, because Sally is always stealing most of the mind I need to be using to complete my tasks at school. Like, I knew I would be happy when she was born, but I never knew it would have a lasting affect on me. Sally is like my whole world now, and it's like, nothing else matters.
As I walk around school, one thought seems to be able to push its way through my constant distraction. I see all of these kids...normal...human kids. With no fur, or hooves, or tails, or wings, or anything like that. So what would happen if we did get Sally into school? Would she be the prime target for bullies since she's different? I certainly hope not.
Sometimes I even pretend I have her body, and as I pass other kids, I feel like I just wanna duck behind the first thing that pops up that I could use as cover. So, if public school won't work out, maybe we could get her into online schooling. But, the. again, it would take quite a lot of time just for her to get familiarized with a computer, or laptop. Those things are like the most complicated thing when you're just starting out.
But then again, she is a smart filly, so I'm sure she could handle it if we do put her in online classes.
With Sally's birth, things have gotten a bit more complicated. Mom refuses to take her outside of the house, and leaving her alone at home to pick me up won't be happening, which I can understand. So, she's go on grandma the task of driving two miles to come bring me home. I know that sounds wrong as well, but it's better than leaving a fourteen year old, who is about as big as a ten year old by himself to walk home.
When the last school bell rings, I am always the first one out the door. My homeroom is on the second floor, so I have to run down a flight of steps to get out. But, it never takes me long, since I think about absolutely nothing but Sally, which pushes me to run even faster. When zo get to grandmas car, I'm always in, and buckled in under five seconds.
My favorite part of coming home, is when Sally recognized grandmas car, And sees me get out, she just books it out to me. It's also really cute, because she's been using her wings more often now, probably finally understanding what they are meant for. When she gets within a certain distance from me, her wings flap so fast, you can hear this loud buzzing sound coming from them. Her flapping gets her nowhere, but she always jumps at me. Probably to simulate flying for a VERY short period of time. And luckily I always catch her. Never have I ever dropped my little sister.
For the most part, Sally seems happy all the time, because she always has the cutest smile on her face. By now, I think she knows she's different, but knows we love Rhee so it doesn't bug much. At least I hope. I don't want her to find out, and then think of herself as a mutated freak. She is neither of those things, nor will she ever be.
Although I think she is nervous around too many people, because at the hospital, some news crew heard that a human being gave birth to a humanoid pony. It was like sixteen ish hours after birth when a crowd of people came in with cameras, and boom sticks, or whatever they are called. Those microphone things. I think they were recording is, but mom refused to reveal the baby to them, which in my opinion was the smart thing to do.
I stayed with mom at the hospital until she was discharged, and we could leave. She had asked the doctors to not let this get leaked out to anybody, In case the government found out. She was rather paranoid about it too.
When the doctors simply told her sure that they wouldn't let it get out, it was more like one of those surges to just get you out of my face. She wasn't pleased. She demanded that they swear to keep it a secret. I'm pretty sure they did, because I'm not hearing anything about Sally outside of the house.
After I woken up from a my slumber, I see Sally just sitting there, up against the head board, twiddling her fingers.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask calmly, sitting up next to her."
What she says, I was not prepared for.
"Why am I diffewent?"
I'm at a loss for words, because I don't know how to explain this to her, plus I don't even know what made her like that, so, I'm screwed as of now,
"Dameeian?" She asks again.
"I wish I could tell you, Sally."
"The kids...that pway outside are like you and mommy. But not me."
"When me and mom went to get cat scans to see you when you were in her belly, you were just fine, but when you came out...this is what we got. " I tell her, in hopes that she may understand.
"Is that why mommy won't let me pway with them?...Cause I'm not like them?"
Now, this question I don't know how to answer. Mom doesn't want her to, because she's afraid that Sally will be picked on. If I tell her that, it's gonna make her think it's wrong to be different. She deserves the truth, but I think this is a talk she should have with mother.
"I don't know how to tell you, so mommy may be able to help. Want me to carry you?" I hold my hands out to her, which she nods, and let's me pick her up.
I carry her out of the room, and into moms because I hear her talking on the phone.
"Let's wait out here till she's done, okay?" I sit down against the wall just outside of her room.
A small amount of light spills out from under the closed door.
"You guys still love me, right?"
"Of course we love you, Sally. When mom first let me hold you, I loved you from right then and there. Why would you think we don't love you?"
She shrugs and begins to smile. "I love you too, big brother."
You may think it's unreal that she can talk so clear at such a young age, and trust me, it baffles me too, how quick she learns things.
"Okay, moms off the phone, now." I stand up, with Sally still in my grasp, and I knock on the door.
"Come in!!" Mom yells from inside.
I step inside the room, which is just a bigger version of mine, but has a fan instead. Mom lays atop her King size bed on the opposite side of the room, with a black wooden end table with a lamp on either side. under the bed is a white and blue checkered rug.
And on the wall to the right, a window, with a glass sliding door, that leads out to a balcony. On my side of the room, directly across from the bed is a dresser which matches the end tables. A few family photos hang from either wall in random spots, and a larger poster of dad above the dresser.
This was a recent picture he took, from somewhere in Iraq, wearing his military suit, and holding his M-16A4 I think it's called. The only portion of dad you can really see, is his smile. His helmet and shedes cover the rest of his face. The background behind him looks like he's inside a tent, and outside is the hot, sandy desert.
"So...what did you want?" she asks, patting the spot next to her on the bed.
I sit next to her. "More like what Sally wants." I place Sally in moms lap.
"What is it sweety?"
"Why won't you let me pway with the kids, when they're outside?"
Mom sighs deeply, that now she had to tell her daughter the truth, and risk her happiness. it's either don't tell her and be screwed, or do tell her and hope for the better.
"Is it because I'm diffewent?"
"Sally, it's not because you're different...I'm...just afraid they might pick on you."
"Because I'm diffewent. I see. I just...wanted to be able to go outside for a change. You guys always talk about how the weather is nice. I just want to see other kids, and see how the weather is." Sally replies with a sniff, and I can see her eyes beginning to water. Please don't cry.
"I'm sorry, Sally." Is all mom says, trying to hold her daughter, but she pulls away.
"Thanks for cawing, though. I'm just tirewd of being stuck inside all the time....is me being diffewent...a bad thing?"
Right there. to,d she would catch on. Damn she's smart for just three years old.
"No, Sally, It's just-" mom begins to say before being cut short.
"Then why can't I pway with the kids outside?"
"I...its..." Mom starts again. but can't find anything to say.
"I'm just a fweak." Is the last thing Sally says, before running out of the room, crying. At least until she falls over again.
I hurry to her side, and try to pick her up, but she fights it, and runs into her room, and slams the door shut. I can hear her soft cries from outside. I as well, am on the verge of tears, My little sister who I 'hold as the most treasured thing to my heart', is in her room crying, because she thinks she's a freak. When she closed the door, I heard a little click, telling me she locked the door. I try to open it, but to no avail.
"Sally, please open the door. Its me, Damien."
"Leave me alone!" She snaps from the other side.
Mom comes , and in a sweet tone she says "Sally, if you come out, I'll see if I can get those kids to play with you."
"No! They'll just pick on me, like you said!"
"I never said they will, hunny. I'm afraid they will, because you don't deserve that. You are the most precious, and sweetest thing in the whole world. And if you're locked in your room, I can't give you hugs and kisses, and tell you I love you. Or Damien. He wants you to come out. You know me and Damien love you very much. Especially Damien. You two have this special connection, and he just wants to be there for you."
As mom talks, Sally's crying goes down, and after she finishes, there is a pause of silence, until the sound of the door being unlocked splits through it like a knife through butter. The door opens, and she stands there, bathed in the mid day sunlight. Her face a bit swelled from crying, and tears staining her furry cheeks.
"Do...did you mean that, mom?" She asks with a small sniffle.
"Every word of it." Mom bends over to pick Sally up, and this time she doesn't fight it.
"We love you very much, sweets. Yes, you are different, there's no changing that, but it's another reason why we love you."
"I love you too, mommy." Sally sighs, and hugs her back. "So, you're gonna see if those kids will play with me?"
"It's what you want, so yeah, I guess."
"I'll do it, mom. You watch after Sally." I give Sally a pat and a kiss on the head.
"Alright, if it's what you want to do."
I smile, as I head downstairs, towards the front door. I step out onto the porch, and sure enough, there's a group of little kids who seem to be Sally's age, chacing eachother around with Nerf guns. There are five kids in total. Running in circles around the yard of one house.
"Damien?" I hear Sally say my name from behind me.
"I want to come with you."
"Okay."
"And, thanks for being the best big brother ever." She hugs my right leg, tightly.
"And thank you for being the best little sister ever." I chuckle, hugging her back.
"I'm sorry I threw a fit, I won't do it again, I promise!"
"It's alright, Sally. Nobody is mad at you."
"Thanks." She smiles, and uses a hand to move a bit of her name out of her eye. "It is kind of cool to be the only talking pony on Earth."
"You bet! Now, let's go see if those kids will let you play with them."
"Sounds good!"
We make our way across the street, and as we get closer, I get more and more of a bad feeling that this will be harder than I had expected.