Applebloom was curled in a ball in her room. Her bed was a mess of clothes, blankets and pillow cases. She lid kind of like how a kitten would curl up on your lap. Red mane sprawled out around her. She was dreaming about bucking apples with her sister and dog. A normal dream, nothing too special. What awoken her was the urge to go to the bathroom. She was a young filly and just got out of the habit of wetting the bed. She was only a few years old but had some trouble getting certain things down. Putting both your glass and plate away after eating and not just your plate, wash your hands every time you leave the bathroom (which I'm sure no one does), not to write her 5's backwards and not to wet the bed. She had trouble with these things.
Doctors say she has nothing wrong mentally with her and a lot of kids have these troubles but a nurse said it's a parents job to teach her these things, not a grandmother or siblings. She stood up and was welcomed by the color black. I know what you're thinking but I assure you black is a color. All this nonsense about shades and colors is just utter nonsense to say the least. As I was saying she opened her mouth to call out to her sister since, like every kid in the world, no matter what they say, she was scared of the dark. She heard a commotion downstairs before she yelled out and instantly bit her tongue to stop her from yelling.
Applebloom was a nosey kid, listening into phone calls or talks between AJ and her friends even though she didn't care at all what they were talking about. She crept out of her bed and trotted to the light switch and turned it on to fill the room with light. Her mane was messy and she had on a pajama shirt with obvious stains on it. With a grin she opened her door and tiptoed downstairs hearing all the yelling and fussing going on. She stopped when she heard a stallion's voice.
"Damnit Smith! She's my daughter and I deserve to see her!" yelled the stallion. She flicked her ears up to get a better listen to the argument. Granny Smith, AJ and the Stallion were all in the same room where the TV was that they call the living room. Which is strange because no one ever really does anything lively in that room. Bedrooms have beds, bathrooms have baths and living rooms have no living.
"Ya think y'all can leave us kids for 15 or so years and waltz back in now that they're all mature enough?! Well that's not fair to my brother and sister and it ain't fair to me!" Appleacks voice snapped back. Applebloom slowly walked down the stairs to hopefully get a look at the stallion. She was by the opening to the room and she peeked in. Her big brown eyes went wide when she saw the stallion. He had an orange coat like her big sister and a red mane like her. Blinking twice to clear the sleep from her eyes as she kept staring.
"I want to be in your lives now, I want to be here for you, Big Mac and the baby," said the stallion in a clear voice. Applejack looked mad but calm, more so irritated. She calmly replied, "The babies grown up now. She turned four last week." The red and orange earth pony stepped back a bit, "She's four now?" Applejack stomped the floor, "She is four years old! That's four years without a father! Do you even know what day her birthday was?" Applebloom was confused, she wanted to step in and ask questions but decided to stay back.
"I- I know what day her birthday was!" he snapped back. "I…Can I give her this? Its her birthday present.." he handed Applejack a long silk hair ribbon. Applejack snatched it. "I ain't givin' her nothing from you, ya hear!?" the stallion stepped back again and nodded. Granny Smith, who has been rather quiet the whole time, finally said something, "Why are you really here, Beanstalk?" Beanstalk? Was that his name? Applebloom wondered to herself. He looked up into Granny Smiths eyes and didn't reply. Granny smith scoffed and turned her head. Beanstalk finally opened his mouth, "I have lung cancer" almost instantly Granny turned back around. Her eyes still glaring at him. "So what?" replied Applejack, furious at him. Beanstalk replied, "I want to be around my family before I die…"
Appleblooms mouth opened wide. Was this…her dad? Applejack yelled back "You're family?!" "My family damnit!" Beanstalk snapped back at her. Applejack cringed at his words. Beanstalk continued, "My family…my son, my daughter and the baby," Applejack flicked her mane from her face and sneered back at him and replied, "You don't even know her name," Beanstalk snapped back, "at least let me stay here for a few days and I'll be gone! I promise" Applejack kept glaring but couldn't let him wander streets alone or have nowhere to sleep. She pointed out the door, "sleep in the barn. Expect no hospitality from us," "I understand." "Good" Applejack flicked her tail and walked out of the room, not even noticing her little sister. Soon the only one left in the room was Beanstalk and Applebloom by the door.
Applebloom walked out and Beanstalk turned and looked her in the eye. She had brown eyes like him. Applebloom looked up at him and said in a quiet and high pitch voice, "I don't know my name either, so its okay"