Good Old Manehatten

It was a cloudy Saturday afternoon in the middle of the summer in the city of Manehatten. It looked like it was going to rain. So a ten year old Crimson insisted on staying inside not that he never went out. His mom was sitting in the living room reading a book as she had finished all of her work. And had nothing better to in her spare time. She was reading a copy of pony dreams, a book she has yet to read ironically. Maybe she'll have her English class read it. Crimson walks out to the living room and sits on the couch across from his mom. She looks to her son and closes her book."What do you need sweetheart?" She asked him putting her book down on the coffee table.

Crimson asks"What was it like back then when you were a filly, and how did you meet dad?"He smiles hoping to get some of the answers he is looking for.

"Oh I can answer that, though I could write a whole novel with all the stuff that happened. But I'll try to shorten it as best as I can while answering all the possible questions you may have." His mom looked at him with a smile.

"Well it all Started when I was born of course..."

Flashback

I was born and raised in a farm in the country side of Nighpon. I was born into a family of about five other children at the time of my birth. I was the sixth with one yet to be born. My mother was a very sweet Pegasus mare with her rose pink mane, white coat, yellow eyes and her thick Neighponese accent. Well she was sweet back then. My dad on the other hand was a very bitter stallion. He was a brownish red earth pony with green eyes and a glass eye. He got that glass eye from fighting a bear which also resulted in him getting three claw marks across his face. The six of us feared him for that. Not to mention he had enough muscle behind his arms to slap any of us into the next century. That right there is the strength of a Buckssian. A group of earth ponies you don't want to piss off. Well your grandpa is all the earth pony groups you don't want to piss off.

But he was only so bitter because he was born into a and I quote"A sick twist of irony of trading one bastard for another." And grew up working in a coal mine, watching his mom get beaten down by guards just for stealing a loaf of bread for her starving foal. And than ran away from Marescow and found himself in Neighpon when he was only seventeen.

He then met my mom some time later and that's all I remember. And all Buckssians don't all drink vodka, fight bears and scream bombs. What makes you any kind of race is to have pride in what you do. Buckssians for example are passionate about the land they have, they all fight for one another and form a union out of friendship and freedom. The same can be said for what it means to be Neighponese. Its all pride in what you have. Sure some of the stereotypes may be true for some but not all.

But that's enough about race. As I said before I grew up in a farm. When I turned ten I started working on the farm along with my other five siblings. We towed soil, walked for miles on end with thirty pounds of crops on our backs and I had to irrigate all the soil since I was a Pegasus and no one else wanted to do it. I never got a break from working on that farm. And I would never would get a break for four years. Everyday was homeschooling from my mom from five in the morning until ten in the morning. All I had to eat was powered milk and a cup of coffee And I would work until eleven at night and have a cup of rice since that was all my parents could afford. And If I was caught taking a break my dad would beat me. And he got away with it since Celestia made actually punishment legal all across Equrestia. Nowadays all you can do is tell your foal no. Also back then I hardly knew any English since the two tongues that were spoken were Neighponese and Buckssian. That was the only way we could talk to our mom and dad. I did have a love for reading in all of my spare time. It was all I could do. I had such a passion for it I was able to persuade one of my siblings to join me in reading. And there with a flash of white light I got my cutie mark. My dad didn't take it so lightly as he expected me to be a farmer and carry on the farm when they died.

As time went on our farm had to be closed due to the fact that our dad was basically committing foal abuse. I guess there were limits to his punishment. I don't know how law works so I'm not going to argue. But the authorities gave him a choice he could be deported or go to jail. He chose to be deported and that's how I came to Manehatten. He ended up getting a job in fixing broken house appliances like ovens and sinks for a living. Or that's what I thought. As you know he was working for the mafia. As you were the one who found that out in one of your cases.

I still remember the day I first say manehatten. I arrived via boat and I can never forget seeing that statue and seeing her hold that torch of freedom and opportunity. I still remember a song that played when I first arrived It played on the radio and I couldn't help but overhear it. The singer sang of living in the big city and being a part of it all. Of course being the buzzkill my dad was all he could say was."Land of opportunity my ass" Ironic as he has been through so much you'd think he'd be happy about it.

So the first stallion I meet in school Is your father. He was sweet, strong and he was a little silly. He helped me adjust to life in the city and we shared a lot of friendly dates at the pizzeria he worked at, at the time we met. No place makes pizza better than Manehatten. But that's just me. But after a few years of being friends, helping me out with a lot of things. We ask each other out which I still find to be very strange. But when he asked me out he held out a black rose. Which at first he said it inspires strength and mutiny in ponies. I handed him a dark red rose because in my mind it shows unconditional love in someone. So we both blush and hug each other and shared a somewhat long kiss on the lips. Which was my first kiss. Just my luck the first stallion I meet is my husband.

I take him to my place for dinner that day and my family seemed to like him. My sisters loved him for his looks. He was a buff stallion back then. My mom liked him for the gentlecolt he was. And my dad didn't take him lightly at first but he truly appreciated him after he mentioned he was going into the armed forces. My dad always encouraged me and my sisters to marry into military families. He only said that because he tried but due to his glass eye he couldn't join. Which upsetting him because he really wanted to thank Equrestia for not killing him off so fast and giving him a second and even a third chance in life. So as a last resort he joins the mafia and works his way up to godfather.

Back to me and your dad. If there is one thing I don't like about him its that he has a bit of a ill minded look on Ponyism. I mean I see where he is coming from. But on my side I saw it as a cheap way to achieve equality and get all the money you want because you cheat the system. But it was only that way because ponies are greedy. Also he is so clumsy at times he could trip over a grain of rice. And he was hard headed and was very bad with money. Which is why I pay the bills. Anyways as we continue dating we attend prom, we graduate, we go to college. When I graduated from college with my master's in education not only do I walk to the stage to get my degree but your dad also walks on the stage and kneels to me. He proposes to me and I couldn't be any happier. I hug him and I kissed him what must of felt like a thousand times. We get our own place and I begin teaching English at the high school I graduated at. Now with my academic life coming full circle. But the pay rate is a bit of a slap in the face for someone who has a Master's degree. I mean really 250 bits every month.

So fast forward two years your dad and now my husband graduates from college and as a celebration we share a bottle of wine with his name on it and we make love with one another. Don't ask what love making is your still too little for that. And the next morning after our celebration I see he left for me saying he left for a boot camp called "The Farm" and he was gone for about four and a half months. I was pissed at him for  not telling me  But In the four months I calmed down and taught at school as normal. After the four months he returns and has now started his job in the Equrestian Marine Corps Engineering Core. Or EMCE for short. And here he is coming home every other week with a paycheck of 450. Not to mention monthly checks as gratitude for his service adding another one hundred to his monthly payroll.

And so another seven months pass(Because horse pregnancies last eleven months) and I go into labor with you. I swear you never wanted to come out. You took an entire day to come out and I drank a gallon of water before hoof because I heard It made giving birth easier.But it made me want to go to the bathroom really badly. And alas you are born and I named you after me and your dad's favorite book and made a pun out of it. So Red October became Crimson September.

And well here we are today. Did that hopefully answer your question.

Flashback Over

"Well you were right mom. You could write a novel out of that... Why do I sense irony when I say that." Said Crimson hopping off the couch and heading back to his room. "I wonder what dad's side of the story is." Crimson said to himself.