Parents fighting again. A commonplace for the small green pony, though they never became used to such a sight. Mom, angry again at dad for waking up hungover after a mysterious night out. Dad defending himself saying he didn’t cheat by doing anything with any other mare, he’s sure of it. But how can he be so sure? It’s not like he remembers when he gets drunk at home, whose to say he can remember when he’s drunk out? You’re lucky you even made it home. She says. You’re lucky I decided to come back to this place. He says. He goes on, you’re lucky I haven’t left you, you’re a crazy bitch. What can I do? Except watch. I can’t run, I can’t hide. There is no where safe. If I run, maybe she will hurt me again. If I hide, they might find me. They will find me. What a poor little filly. So sorry for this being late again. I’ll get it right. ~Grr
