I Just Want to Make You Proud

“Ow…stupid book,” Yan moaned, rubbing his head, where a hardback dictionary careened into his head. He was cleaning out the attic, considering it had prominent amount of junk about. After a few more boxes of emptiness were tossed down the ladder, Yan came across a much heavier box.

Yeesh, what the hell is in this? Yan opened the box with his teeth, and, once he was what was inside, nearly had a tachycardia.

Inside the box were pictures of him as a foal. Some were of just him, others included his mother and father. The backgrounds for half of the photographs were his home in Ponyville, the home he was in now. He saw the smiling faces of his mother and father, looking happy as can be, and he saw himself with his mother and father, happy.

Yan couldn’t suppress the tears as he recalled the memories. The memories of his father, the one that kept him going, the one he wished he could see again…he wailed aloud in pain, in misery, for he remembered it all.

“I just want to make you proud, dad…I couldn’t…I…I’m s-s-sorry…” he sobbed as he knelt to the floor, burying his face in his forlegs. Still crying, he lifted his head to see the label on the side of the box. It read, ‘Memories,’ in his father’s handwriting. He looked in the box once more, staring over all of the pictures. A tear made its way down Yan’s cheek, and it dripped into the box. He followed the drop’s path, and it fell upon a piece of paper.

“Huh?” Yan sniffed. He pulled out the paper and examined it. It was a letter.

Dear Yan,

I don’t know when you are reading this, because I haven’t been able to send this to you. But, I will explain that later. I want to tell you something that has been eating away at me.

By now, you know that your mother and I have had problems…if it was anypony’s fault, it was mine. I don’t know if you blame yourself or not, but don’t. We…fell out of love. We didn’t connect like we used to, there was no love…We grew apart, but we tried out best to stick together, for you. But it couldn’t happen. So…we separated. I wanted to tell you, but she didn’t want that. She just took you up and left. I desperately wanted to see you again, but she rejected the idea. She said that if I stepped anywhere near you, she would most likely have me arrested. I don’t know if she could go through with that, but if she could, then that means that there would be no chance of being able to meet you.

But, there was something good that came out of this. Your aunt kept me posted on how you were doing. I was irate that you were getting bullied as heavy as you were. I demanded that I were to see you, but your mother wouldn’t have it. I…I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything about it. You don’t know just how infuriated I was.

I also learned about your musical talents. I knew you had an ear for music, but I never knew you could sing! And your acting skills…good lord, I never would have thought you could’ve been so great. It brings me glee to know that you have found your talent.

Yet, still…son, I want to tell you something. I want you to find someone who you love, and who loves you back. True love is hard to find, but when you find it, or at least you think you do, it feels amazing. Just being near that person makes your heart flutter, and you want to do anything to make them happy. I remember when I met your mother; I did the craziest things just to see her smile…

I want you to do the same. Find a girl, fall in love, and make it work. Keep the relationship alive; don’t let it die out like I did. Don’t turn out to be like me…

Yan, you have made me proud. In so many ways, I’m glad to be your father. I love you, son. I’m proud to be called your father.

Yan read the letter once, twice, thrice, and countless more times. Tears dripped onto the paper, smudging the ink. He couldn’t believe it. He…he made his father proud; German was joyous to be his father. He’d done what he wanted him too…he met Applejack, fell in love, and 3 years later, after marriage, they were still in love. Even stronger.

***

A chilly breeze blew across the cemetery. Yan stood at a grave stone, labeled with his father’s name. German.

He walked to the grave and sat down. From his saddlebag, he took a picture. It was of him and his father, a month before he moved. Both were smiling, and looked like they didn’t have a care in the world. Yan placed the photo by his grave, and pinned it down with a rock.

“Dad…” he started. His eyes were still red and puffy, due to reading the letter not an hour before. “I…I found someone. Her name is Applejack. I believe you met her a few times, because she mentioned you. I’m in love with her. We’ve been together for 3 years, and I know she’s the one. We married in December of last year…she has three foals on the way.” Yan’s voice cracked, emotion seeping slowly through. “All I ever wanted, was to make you proud…and I have. I’ve made friends, I’ve met my true love, I’ve changed for the better. Coming here has done so much for me…I miss you dad. And I love you. Goodbye.”

Yan stood, and left the cemetery. He left behind his pain, his misery, his angst, and only his love and joy remained.

The End.

Author’s Notes:

This was written for one of my best friends, Yan. He’s dealt with my insanity for almost a year, and for that I commend him. I’ve never physically met him, but I trust him with my life. I wanted to find some way to repay him for his awesomeness, so I made this.

The events of this are loosely based upon Yan’s life. His father is still alive today, but his school life was equally horrible. He was intensely bullied for his feminine looks, and after a few years, he snapped, and assaulted a group of his classmates. He put them in the hospital for quite a while, and Yan had to see a psychiatrist for a few years. He’s good now, though. So don’t you worry, he’s just the shyest fuck in the world now.

So, be nothing but nice to him, because you never know what a person has gone through. See you all for my next story, From Prince to King. Goodbye, and I love you all ^^ Even you Varocity, even though you are bit of a dick.

Oh yeah *trollface* I forgot to mention. This story was edited by Varocity. Love him and shit, cause his grammar rocks and mine sucks.