"Ah'm not mucking about!" Murmered Apple Bloom, sadly.

"Well, Apple Bloom, ah am your sister. Applejack."

"I don't know you!" Apple Bloom said again.

"But, but-, but..." Applejack stuttered. Then the idea hit her. The photo album. She had never thought one of those would help somepony who was brainwashed!

She fetched the big, brown, leather-bound book.

"Come, y'all." She showed the little fillies photos of them playing with each other, photos of them celebrating the Summer Sun festival, photos of them with Twilight, Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rainbow, and Rarity, photos of the Grand Galloping Gala, of when they got their cutie marks, of their school plays, of all of the moments in Apple Bloom's life. She also showed Apple Bloom photos of her with the Apple family, and with herself, Applejack.

"You're...you're my sister?" Apple Bloom said, "But what are you called?"

Applejack looked down at her little sister, her big peachy eyes, so innocent. She felt so strange; annoyance and sadness and love all mixed together.

"You don't...don't remember me?" She said, her voice cracking.

"Nuh-uh!" Giggled Apple Bloom. She thought it was a joke.

All of those memories had left her. Applejack felt a tear. Apple Bloom was gone. It at least felt like she was gone. Where? Her little sister had left her...

"Apple Bloom!" She cried, but Apple Bloom ignored her. "APPLE BLOOM! LISTEN!"

"Why should I?"

"Becaus- oh well..."

"Just leave me alone!"

Applejack didn't think. She just ran straight forward, and hugged her sister.

Apple Bloom's eyes widened. Recognition.

"Huh? What's...happening? Applejack? What's gone on? I don't remember anything...about what just happened! Oh, thank you so much for being my sister!"

Applejack smiled.

"Thanks for being my sister, too."

Author's Note

So this story is sad at the beginning, then gets happier. Then goes a bit random.

But i hope you like it.
At least a bit.

Please keep comments nice; if you don't like it then say what could be better please instead of hate.