We can drive home
with one headlight
Now that my Mom was back (I still don’t realize I was adopted) things have gotten quite bright for me. The Gates is a peaceful place to live, my Mom loves me a lot. There’s always fun places to explore and I love taking naps under the cool shade of the Mother tree even though I don’t fully comprehend it’s purpose to the kingdom. I still don’t really understand the concept of a kingdom either, it just seems like a bigger size herd to me. I like it though.
I haven’t made too many friends in my new home though so I get permission to go to the Playground and meet other kids my age. I prance into the place and realize for the first time just how short I am compared to the others here. I’m not aware that I’m part Falabella and part Anglo-Arabian which is the reason behind my stunted height. Although I don’t look like a fat little pony, my legs are just not as long as my body thinks they should be. My hazel eyes take in the others hesitantly, for the first time feeling a little less sure of myself. It’s not just my shortness that makes me feel out of place. The nebula dorsal stripe along my back, filled with spiraling blues and pinks and purples , doesn’t seem to fit in either. Zebra stripped legs carry me slowly towards a small pool. Looking down at it, I study my reflection and wonder if it’s ok to not look like the others. I quickly get distracted by small fish swimming beneath the surface and giggle with delight as I watch them, a miniature hoof splashing playfully at them.