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- Original Poster: Frostybox (http://pastebin.com/u/frostybox)
- Reason this is posted here is because it's not binned in Frosty's bin.
- >Dad said the first thing mom did was tell everyone the news.
- >She was worn out and haggard from the birth, but mom was tough as nails and full of pride.
- >She was literally shouting out the open window of the hospital while you were nursing.
- >Dad just about fainted from embarrassment.
- >And even though you were all little and squishy looking, Dad remembers Mom saying, “Look at her, the most beautiful filly anypony’s ever laid eyes on.”
- >Those first few years must have been pretty great.
- >Watching you learn.
- >Teaching you to walk and talk.
- >”Oh, c’mon Pinchy, you’re a big filly aren’t you? Don’t go crying from a little fall.”
- >Helping with the times that you couldn’t do it very well.
- >You’re looking forward to it pretty soon yourself.
- >As a filly though, real life doesn’t exist in your world.
- >The only times it overlaps from your adventures and shenanigans is when they keep your mom from playing with you.
- “Mom, mom! C’mon, I found a really HUGE bug! I think it’s like the Queen of the bugs!”
- >”Pinchy, I’m balancing the bit- just give me a minute will you?”
- “Okay mom…”
- >Sometimes real life can get in the way for a lot longer than just a minute.
- “Mom, look. I made you this! It’s you fighting that big purple dragon that showed up last week!”
- >”Can I look later? I’ve gotta nap before my next shift. Just leave it on the table.”
- >Then you get older and finally move out to find your own way.
- >Cutie mark proudly on your flank, you forge a path of your own.
- >Dad calls all the time, your chatstone can never stop buzzing.
- >”Are you okay? Do you need me to send some recipes? What if we come visit?”
- >But mom doesn’t bother you nearly as much.
- >Probably wants you to go a little crazy, just like she bragged she did.
- >Like she knows that it’s your turn now, so you can brag later on.
- >It’s always nice when she does call though.
- >”How’re you holding up kid?”
- “I’m good, old lady.”
- >”Yeah I bet you’re good, up to your neck in cock eh? Just like your ol’ mare.”
- “MOM!”
- >She just laughs into her end of the stone.
- “It is a little crazy out here though… bit lonely sometimes.”
- >”Lonely? What’re you lonely for? Dad practically never puts down this damn stone does he?”
- >Now it’s your turn to laugh.
- >The gap that seemed to have appeared when you left only grows wider as time goes on.
- >Her jokes get a little same-y.
- >Your jokes don’t make sense to her.
- “You didn’t see ‘Shovechamp'? But it’s like the most brutal play out there! Dad always threw a fit when you’d take me to see any plays like this. I know you’d love it mom.”
- >”Eh, It’s just not the same, I barely understood what they were saying in 'Diss-Factory’."
- >You both watch different things now.
- >She gets older, and it seems like she does it faster than you.
- >She’s slower, can’t hear as well, and she has to think about her replies.
- >”…”
- “Are you still there mom? Ah!”
- >Dropped some melted cheese on your hoof.
- >”Are you al-“
- >The pot of broccoli is about to boil over.
- “Hey mom, can I call you back on the weekend? I’m a little busy right now, and it’ll probably stay like that throughout the week.”
- >She says her goodbyes slowly, you shoot yours back fast so you can take the pot off the stove.
- >It’s frustrating at the time, how her pace is just slower than yours.
- >She’s still there though, whenever you lose it.
- >Break-ups, work, little dumb things that don’t matter even one year later.
- >”You’re going to be fine Pinchy. I raised you myself didn’t I?”
- >Sometimes her sage voice is just the thing you need.
- “Thanks Mom…”
- >”Anytime Pinch.”
- >It fills in for the words you’re too broken up to speak.
- >Time moves on, and it feels like her world is completely different to yours now.
- >Unlike Dad, she doesn’t want to trouble you with her life.
- >She’s just happy to hear about yours.
- >”*BEEP* A promotion huh? And what’s this Dad *BEEP* tells me about the secretary? He’s cute ri*BEEP*ght?”
- “Mom, turn off the recorder setting, I can’t hear you well.”
- >”What? Did I *BEEP* do it?”
- “No mom, it’s still doing it.”
- >*BEEP*
- >It just gets easier to pass you to Dad.
- >”Hi Pinchy! I’m sorry your mother just tossed you over to me. She said there’s a game on and she doesn’t want to miss it.”
- “It’s alright Mom, I’ve got the game recording at home actually. I’m out with Featherweight right now.”
- >”HI Mr. Pierce~!”
- >”HI Featherweight!”
- >”Whoo Hoo! Touchdown!”
- “I take it mom’s doing okay?”
- >”She’s got a few more aches in the morning she just ‘loves’ to tell me all about while I make breakfast… but other than that she’s fine.”
- >It may not be the same as talking to her, but you understand.
- >Just a quick check to make sure your old mare is doing okay before you carry on with your week.
- >But then you hear those words.
- >Those words you never expected to hear coming from the tearful voice of your father.
- >Your heart sinks like a stone, and your blood runs ice cold.
- >”Mom passed away… I’m so sorry Ruby…”
- >”Honey? Are you alright?”
- >Featherweight’s wing wraps around your shoulder as sit on the edge of the bed.
- >You’ll never get to speak to her again.
- “No… I don’t think I’m alright,” you whisper.
- >He holds you close and you hold him back as you try ride out the shock.
- >The strongest pony you ever knew is gone, but…
- >”Just like your old mare… I raised you myself didn’t I?”
- >No, she’s never really going to be gone.
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