>I was only 9 years old

>I loved Trixie so much, I had all her merchandise

>I prayed to Trixie every night before bed, thanking her for the life I've been given

>Trixie is love, I say, Trixie is life

>My dad comes in and calls me a dumbass

>I know he's just jealous of my devotion for Trixie

>I call him Twilight Sparkle

>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep

>I'm crying now, and my face hurts

>I lay in bed and it's really cold

>A warmth is moving towards me

>It's Trixie

>She whispers in my ear "I am the Great and Powerful TRIXIE!"

>She..

>My dad walks in

>Trixie looks her straight in the eye and says "It looks like we've got some NEIGHsayers in the audience"

>Trixie leaves through my window

>Trixie is love, Trixie is life.

Source: Friends of Trixie Association