When Your Best isn't Good Enough

As Pinkie and I walked to Sugarcube Corner.........to put it accurately, I walked she hopped. When we arrived the place was in a hurry.

"Thank the goddesses you're here! We need to get the remaining 200 cupcakes iced and packaged!" Pinkie got busy and I was tossed an apron and chefs hat and a bag for icing. We finished I record time I guess, as I carried the last dozen I slipped on a toy that the twins had left on the kitchen floor.

I hit the floor and cupcakes went and came down on my face....... I froze and began cowering as I saw a hoof coming for my face. I expected to be yelled at and kicked that slip cost them another hour's worth of work and the order was gonna be late because of me!

"There, there deary it'll be alright." Mrs. Cake said. I could hear the gentleness in her voice dare I look up though? I opened one eye and Mrs. Cake was wiping my face off with a damp towel. Is this what a mother should be like? Mr. Cake walked in worried:

"Is everything okay? I heard a crash."

"Yes, dear this filly just slipped." She looked toward me and asked, "what's your name dear? I didn't get it."

"Sunrise......ma'am"

It felt so weird being treated like I was worth something for once. Of this is what love in a family was like I've been shorted! Pinkie Pie had her biological family and the Cakes were like her second family.