It was fifteen years later. We lived in Fillydelphia, Wave convinced me (quite easily, I might add) to move there. We built a large house on the edge of a forest outside the city, and we adopted two twin foals. Today? Today is their fifth birthday.
We prepared the cake, I finished icing it. "Happy birthday, Sun Rider and Moon Pool," tapped Wave to me, "Looks good! You still have such good hoofwriting for a blind mare." "Thanks, Wave," I tapped back to her. "Mama?" Sun Rider asked, "When is the cake going to be ready?" "When it's ready, sweetie," I said, "in about five minutes," I told her, ruffling her mane. Moon Pool was already sitting at the table. "Mama?" she asked me, "When are you going to finish writing that book of yours?" "Probably today," I told her. "What's it about?" she asked. "The last chapter is about us," I told her. "So I'm in a book?" asked Sun Rider, she reminded me of what I'd read about Rainbow Dash and she used her little wings to hover in front of my face. "That's right, pumpkin!" I told her, "You're in a book!"
"COOL!" she said, flying over to sit in her chair. "Okay, fillies, the cake is ready!" I said. I lit the five candles, and asked, "Who wants to be sung to first?" I asked. Sun Rider immediately shouted, "Me! Me!" and raised her hoof as high in the air as she could. "Okay," I told her, then started the song. Wave had learned the song and was only a little off key, which I thought was cute.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Sun Rider,
Happy birthday to you!"
Then we sang the same song to Moon Pool,
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to Moon Pool,
Happy birthday to you!"
"Make a wish and blow out the candles!" I told them. They spent about three seconds contemplating, then they blew out the five candles. "Great job!" I told them. "Now who wants some cake?" Every hoof shot up in the air, and I said, "Mommy gets the first slice of cake." Nopony complained about this, I'm a fast cutter of cakes. "Moon Pool gets the next slice," I said, giving the slices out to them as I got them, "And Sun Rider gets the next piece," I continued, "And I'll get the last piece." Then we sat and ate our cake.
"Are you going to go upstairs and write the last of the story?" asked Moon Pool shyly, in a high-pitched tone. "Yes I am, Moon. I'm going to finish the chapter about today, then I think I'll be done." But the important thing is that, although THIS story may be over, our story sure isn't. In fact, I think it's just begun.
