TheFabBerta

“Mum, what was my Dad like?” I said. My mum just glared at me. Her delicate features showed hurt, defeat, anger… I just shrugged in return. We had lived like this for days, weeks, years. The same beginning to every day. What makes today different is that I’ve never stared into the eyes of my Mother before. Today I have. There is something deep, very deep, hidden inside of her. I don’t know what it is, but it hurts me to see my Mother like this. As the wind blew her pretty blonde hair over her face, I glimpsed a tear running down her pale cheek. I felt sorry for my mum. Very sorry. I wish I could help her somehow.

The sun was shining and Anna had gotten up and decided to go to the stables and take Tale as Old as Time, who she usually referred to as Phoebe, her horse, out for a short walk. She went over to the stables still in her pyjamas and hunted through all the tack for a useable halter. Once she found one, she went over to Phoebe’s stable to get her ready to go out. Once she put the halter on and made sure it was still sunny, she lead Phoebe out of the barn and into the damp, green fields. The fields looked so beautiful in the early morning sun. Anna suddenly jumped out of her thoughts when Phoebe tripped up. Anna laughed. She thought somethi