Dear . . .

Ponyville Library

Date: December 23, 2011

Dearest Twilight,

It's been a while, hasn't it baby? So long. So long...

How have you been? How's Mommas little princess? It's close to Hearths Warming and I thought I'd write. I thought I'd say hello, make up for lost time. I'm sorry I haven't been able to write, but since you left to live with the Princess, I haven't been able to find the words.

The anything.

I haven't even been able to gather courage to pick up a pen, so I'm asking Night Light to write down my thoughts. It's been years, hasn't it? Yeah, years. Last time I saw you on Equestria Daily, I saw you've grown. A lot. You're a beautiful mare now honey, the light in the night.

And saving Equestria from that Nightmare? Amazing! I'm so proud of you, my baby. I knew the day Princess Celestia decided to take you under her wing that you were going to grow up to be an amazing heroine, an amazing mare.

Your brother must be so proud! I know your father is, he's always loved you, no matter what. But then again, what wasn't there to love? You had bright eyes, filled with the skies.

I'm writing- Or rather, getting your father to write- to you now to tell you goodbye. It's been wonderful having you as a daughter, but these old bones aren't what they used to be. I've requested to be put down, it's what I want baby. It's what I need. And I'll be damned if I let my last chance to talk to you slip away.

And who knows baby, maybe you'll want to come and see me, talk to me, face to face.

But you're a busy pony. Maybe not. I've requested to be put down by the thirtieth, I want to give your father a few more days with me. He's crying now, so please, ignore the little fringes in the paper, dots of wet here and there. Or would you call then dots of fluids? Water? I don't know, my mind slipped past my sense of grammar and proper usage long ago.

My memory is starting to slip too, and I want to go remembering all of your good deeds, all of you. Your brother has already come to say goodbye, he said his Marefriend and he were planning to get married this year, but said he would postpone it until later, so he could sit vigil.

Your brother's a sweet boy, you know that? Sweet as sugar cubes.

Anyway, I'll cut this short. Come to say goodbye, or not. Just know that I love you, very much.

With hugs and kisses,

Mrs.Sparkle

I held the letter in my hooves, lip quivering.

"Why," I spoke softly, my agony echoed loudly in my voice as I finished reading the letter. "Why wasn't I given this sooner? It's been near a year!" I looked up angrily, my tears suddenly stinging hot as they dripped onto the yellowing paper. The clerk looked at me and shrugged,

"I don't know, didn't look important. Looked like junk mail, why, what is it?" His voice seemed bored, like he would rather not be confronted by what seemed like an emotionally disabled mare holding a piece of junk mail.

"My mothers death letter, she wanted me to come see her...Oh Celestia, I never got to say goodbye!" I ran out of the Canterlot Mailing Center, my tears streaking past me and wetting the soft snow below my hooves. The clerks shocked face was all I could see, the moment I told him what it was.

Images of my mother flashed through my mind violently as I crashed through the large city, I looked up once to see my friend from Ponyville, Derpy, looking down at me in confusion before I slammed my way into my old home. Sides heaving, breath coming out in pants, I looked up to see my father.

At first, he had a look of fear, and like he was ready to fight if needed. But seeing who I was, and what I had clutched in my muzzle, his eyes softened.

"Oh Twilight," He opened his arms and I ran to embrace him.

The only other pony to know my pain, other than my brother.