It was a beautiful spring day when I was born. The first thing i remember was seeing a bright shining light as I woke up from the darkness. My dad held me in his strong hooves as glimmering droplets ran down his face.
My mother had me in a field on a little hill with only my father to help. My mother's delivery was long and difficult. My father knew something was wrong but kept positive. He was a great coach and as the sun raised that morning, i was born cradled by beautiful white flowers that matched my fur.
They were silent as my father cleared my throat hoping that i would wail or even make a small coo. The silence was deafening as my mother held me close in her weakening hooves. Her muzzle met my tiny one as she blew two puffs of air into my lungs but, as I took my first breath...She took her last.
Her body weakened from birth and exhaustion failed her as she gave my father as small forced smile. My father said you could tell she knew what was happening...But she was afraid. Her hooves laid limply around me as my father swooped me up in his arms for the first time. My pale eyes slowly opened to meet his blue ones.
My father was an earth pony. My mother, a bat pony. It was taboo but it didn't stop them. My father held me close as he wrapped in his beautiful green scarf to keep me warm. I remember his words exactly that day "I will protect you, My little Spring Snowflake Flower" He cooed kissing my forehead.
He tied the scarf around his neck like a sling and dug in the earth with his hooves. Hours of digging later, He gently buried my mother in the dirt.