Okay, if you would like, I will write an epilogue to fill in the missing pieces that I didn't spell out for you. Just let me know. If I get enough reviews, I'll be happy to do it. So, in other news, My Little Pony. How perfect is that. Twilight Sparkle is my best friend. Okay bye.

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Chapter Four – Care

"I'm sorry. I just can't do it. I can't love you the way you love me. I'm so, so sorry."

Those were the most painful words he would ever have to hear in his life, but he wasn't mad. If she was happy, he would never be mad about her decision. He would never hold it against her. Because he still loved her, and if this is what she wanted, then so be it.

* Ten Months Later *

She wiggled one of her feet into the high heel shoe and smiled. Today was the day. And she had no regrets or worries about what she was about to do.

It felt right.

Her dress was sleeveless and had lace about the top. It was a pure, snowy white and it was everything she had ever dreamed of having for this special day. When she had her shoes on and looked up into the mirror, she beamed. Three faces beamed back at her. Her mother, her sister, and the man who loved her, who was about to take the place of her father and give her away to the one she had chosen.

They lined up at the back of the chapel. This was it.

The music began.

The procession slowly moved forward. Natara took a deep breath and looked up at the man holding her arm.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Anything for my little pony girl."

* Two Years Later *

My mom pulls loose strands of hair back from my face and twists them into a French braid for my first day of school. My long, black hair falls onto my back and she secures it with a rubber band.

"Natara, my love, you should be a hair stylist."

My mom laughs and spins around to look at my father, who just appeared in the doorway of my bedroom. My bedroom is adorned with pink wallpaper and matching pink curtains and a fuzzy rug. My bedspread is purple. On my dresser, lined up perfectly, sit five My Little Pony toys. One for each of my birthdays. Gifts from my godfather.

"You're right. Let me just quit my job as a top profiler for the FBI and start living that dream. It is definitely my calling!"

My father walks over and kisses my forehead lightly.

"Excited for your first day of kindergarten, princess?"

I nod and my mother and father each take one of my hands and we walk to my new school.

My name is Emma Santos, and my family is perfect.