“Nom-nom. I mean she really didn’t know I had a family! Can you believe that?” I swallowed the last chunk of muffin in my mouth, slowly licking the crumbs off my hoof.
“The nerve of some ponies.” Mrs.Cake shook her head side to side with a tsk.
“I know right?” I sighed and placed my hooves on my sides.
Mrs.Cake eyes suddenly and oddly darted back and forth, not quite at myself but at something behind me. I shot around seeing Mr.Cake quickly trying to push a large tray of cake behind a curtain.
“Don’t mind that dear. It’s just a present for somepony…” The mare slowly bit her lower lip sheepishly.
“That cake is for me isn’t it?” I sighed eyes narrowing in annoyance.
“Yes.” She moaned in a beaten tone.
“It’s because you thought I didn’t have a family.” I smacked my lips slowly.
“...”
“It’s “Homeless Filly.” cake isn’t it?” I huffed aloud in slight defeat myself.
“Yes.” She lowered her ears back softly.
“I thought so.” I spoke in a serious tone and turned around, walking out of the bakery and back into the world I found myself living in.
Where most ponies thought I was homeless.