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- >You are anon.
- >You are sitting at the kitchen table as your mother sits across from you sipping tea and smiling at you.
- >”Anon! I see you are still single.” She says with a warm smile.
- >You give a nervous laugh and fumble at your cup.
- >”Well mom, you see… I haven’t really met the right woman.”
- >”I understand my little boy wanting to save himself for marriage but I am just wondering when I will have some grand babies to baby sit.”
- >She once again sips her tea and pierces you with another warm smile.
- >You clear your throat not sure what to say.
- >You have been going around and tried a few dating sites but you have trouble actually getting a girl friend.
- >”Hewwo daddeh!”, Your fluffy pony has woke from his nap and come in obviously looking to play with you.
- >He truddles up to you and hugs your leg under the table.
- >Your mother loses her smile and glances downward, “But I see… you have found some companionship…”
- >The fluffy lets go of your leg and scuttles under the table toward your mother, “Yay! Nyu fwen? Wan pway?”
- >Your mother looks under the table at the fluffy.
- >Your fluffy freezes, “Oooh… yoo am pwetty misseh… hewwo!”
- >He sits up and waves at your mother.
- >”Oh? Does your daddy have a lot of misses come visit?”
- >”Umm mom… I have had some… *cough*…friends…”
- >You really don’t want your mother hearing about your personal affairs.
- >Your mother’s face lights up, “Really!?”
- >She beckons your fluffy over.
- >”Pleas little one, come talk to the nice lady.”
- >The fluffy truddles over happily with its ever present stupid grin.
- >She picks him up.
- >”Hewwo pwetty wady! Fwuffy neber haf tawkies wif pwetty wady befo.”
- >You mother hold him gingerly under his front hooves and holds him in front of her.
- >”Oh, its ok. Just talk to me like your daddy talks to the other pretty ladies he brings home.”
- >The fluffy pony smiles as it wags its tail happily.
- >”Otay….”
- >The fluffy pony gets a proud look on his face and starts talking.
- >”Hit in no nos! Hawdeh! Hawdeh!”
- >Your mother spins her head and looks at you.
- >”Wha yoo mean fifdy dowweh! Me noo use twendeh nine minoots!”
- >You lower your head trying to avoid her gaze.
- >”Pwease nuu goo! Haf mo on cwedit cawd!”
- >”Nuuuu! Westwaining odeh am buww poop!”
- >”Owkwahoma! Owkwahoma! Dat am saf wowd! Owie! Owies! Owkwahoma!”
- >”Goo way fwuffy! Daddeh haf wowl up cawpet…”
- >He smiles at your mother, “Dat wha daddeh say pwetty wadies! Am pwety wady happy wif fwuffy?”
- >Your mother sets the giggling fluffy on the ground and walks over to you.
- >”Son….”
- >She leans in and hugs you.
- >A tear streams down her eye as she begins to speak, “That, more than any paternity tests, tells me you are your father’s son!”
- >She lets you go and grabs onto your shoulders looking at you with motherly love.
- >”But it was still worth it to see the look on his face when I told him you weren’t his on your eighteenth birthday!”
- >”Oh he looked so crushed!”
- >You blush… your mom still treats you like a kid sometimes.
- >”I still hold on to the obituary too…”, she wipes a nostalgic tear from her eye.
- >She turns to leave, “I know you will find the right woman someday son.”
- >She picks up the fluffy and hugs him, “You have made me a happy lady!”
- >Your fluffy smiles, “Yay! Am gud fwuffy!”
- >You mom starts to leave, “Oh by the way, are you coming by work tonight?”
- >She smiles at you, “Its donkey night!”
- >You stand up, “Of course I’ll be there mom!”
- >You pick up your fluffy and smile after her.
- >You hope you can make her proud of you.
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