Author's Note

There was an episode where this happened. I added extra stuff.

Mailman (Teen)

Another day of being alone. The simple Ponyville mail carrier. You did your best to get out and make friends and talk to mares… but they just don’t seem to like you. Even trying to like the things they liked didn’t work.

Mares always found you boring. They made sure you knew it too. Since then, you reserved yourself that some people in this world just don’t fit in. No. Some ponies just don't deserve to be with somepony. No. Some ponies just don’t belong here.

On Equestria.

Your boss hands you an extra parcel at the end of the shift. You don’t mind the extra overtime. All the other ponies have lives. They have families. You aren’t anything special. It’s just your birthday.

Where’s this one to? Sweet Apple Acres. Alright.

You head to the barn of sweet apple acres with the parcel in your bag, head down. Quietly you sing to yourself.

"Happy birthday to me…"

The familiar song they sang at the orphanage before everypony got a slice of cake. You could never afford one though. Not on what you make. Approaching the bright read barn doors, you knock lightly and enter the dark barn. The lights all flip on. And at least thirty ponies jump out

”SURPRISE!”

Shock overwhelms you. A rare smile curves on your lips and tears come to your eyes.

"H-how did you know it was my birthday?"

The ponies groan.

”You aren’t applejack…”

A purple unicorn pushes you out of the barn, rips the letter from your hand and slams the barn door in your face. Somewhere inside of you breaks.

Your throat seals closed and the tears fall freely. Of course. Silly you. Getting your hopes up. You should know better by now. Turning tail to leave, you hear the door creak open, and a pink pony steps outside.

”Happy birthday! Here’s a piece of cake! Are you having a party?”

You examine the pink mare. Pinkie Pie, you think her name is.

"Uhh.. no. Just going home."

Her jaw drops. Literally, it hit he ground. What? How?

”That’s horrible! Give me one hour and I’ll be there! You have to have a party on your birthday!”

She smiles to you and it’s infectious.

"O-okay. See you then."

She nods, then heads back in the barn. You look down at the cake, and feel butterflies in your stomach. No. Balloons. You trot home. Excited for your new guest.