Blue Angle's Point of view

Ten years later.

Dear Dairy,

It's been ten years since I was born, And I still don't know my father. I will ask Mom about my father. But, anyways, back to what happened today. Those colts were picking on me again for still not having a cutie mark. I simply told them 'I will get it eventually.' Now I am beginning to doubt that. I am ten years old, and still don't have it. It reminded Scootaloo when she was young. Today we talked about jobs in school, and I am interested into joining the Equestrian military when I grow up. The tensions between Equestria and the Griffin empire grow stronger from what I hear from my classmates.

This is Blue Angle, signing out.

I put down the quill and close my dairy. It was my mom's idea to start a dairy.

"Dinner!" Called my mom. I made my way to the dinning room.

"Hi, mom." I said. "I love you, mom." Mom made my favorite food. I love pizza. After I ate my food, I decided to start a conversation my mom.

"Mom, Who is my dad?" I asked. Mom froze.

"You heard of Specialist Mike Smith?" Mom asked, voice filled with sadness.

"Yeah."

"He was your father." Mom replied. I was filled with joy. My dad was a war hero!

"When does he come home?" I asked.

"He-he's dead." She answered, beginning to cry. Wait, what? My dad's dead?!

"WHAT! What happened?" I asked. Now that I knew my dad was dead, I was so sad.

"They killed him... the enemy killed him while he was writing me a letter ten years ago." She said, in tears. "The first thing you said was to him, and that was you saying 'Dadda'. Ever since he died you were the only thing that kept me waking up in the morning."

"Oh... I am sorry I brought it up..."I said, resisting the will to cry.

"It's okay to cry. Honestly, sweetie." She said, so I let it all out. "At least I have you." She said, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"I-I love you mom." I said.

"I love you too, Blue Angle." Mom brought out the ice cream. "Want ice cream?" She asked, and I nodded quickly. After I dealt with the brain freeze, It was bed time. I went to my bedroom, and mom sang me a lullaby. before she finished I fell asleep.

Author's Note

Will he return?

He always does.