The beauty of innocence cannot be underestimated. The love of a pony can be so pure and simple. Laughter and tears. She had learned so much 35 years into her life and there was so much more. Or so she hoped. She really hoped.
She sipped her lemonade as she did a reset on her life. She had indeed loved pink yet she hadn’t been fully aware of that. Her self-image was different. She had an ability to draw but it went away somewhere. She had fluttered to and fro. Why did it all have to go away and morph? She had been many things at many points in time. But it was now all blotted and worn. But two days from now it would all change again and she would roll with it. At least there was a photograph to remind her of each step.