A Blooming Hope

Tuesday, November 27th, 19 years ago. That's the day I was born. It was a bright sunny morning, I know because my mother always says it. Every time she does, she follows it with the words, "If only what were to follow would have been just as amazing." Sadly fate had a different path set for me. But it wasn't always so bad. In fact, it started really great. It wasn't perfect, but I didn't know. Running around, playing all day, a hundred friends by my side. Oh, I remember the days, just like they happened yesterday.

It was all I knew, joy and fun, as every foal does. It was wonderful. I’d frolic in fields of flowers, play hopscotch with my friends, and chase the other fillies on the playground. It was made by my class, funded by a previously infamous bully. But she changed, and boy was I glad.

Many fillies were my "friends,” but few actually cared for me once you got past my wavy, teal mane and emerald green eyes. But there was one, one who stuck by my side through it all.