My parents died when I was little. " Momma... Where are you and Daddy going?" I had asked when it was a month after I got my cutiemark. My mother smiled at me. Softly she wispered, " We're going somewhere fancy. We will be back soon." I went wide-eyed. My Momma and Dad had never left me alone, even when I was at flight school. " Honey, it's going to be okay." Her soft pale hoof touched my face and her green eyes looked friendly. " I will get a babysitter, okay?" I smiled . Babysitters were very nice." Thank you, Momma!" I hugged her, and our manes; hers brown, mine a light pink, tangled. Once we got out of that mess, I braided my Momma's mane. "Sweetheart, you did'nt have to go and do this for me..." She blushed. " Oh, Momma, you and Daddy need to have a nice night."