The rumbling of the trailer rolls away. The noise getting thinner and thinner as it continues. My heart getting heavier and heavier as my brain replays everything. I look over my bracelet. It's all raggedy and ripped and the gold plate is scratched up and can barely be read. I still know what it says.
"Gummie. I love You."
It's been like that for 6 years. And it's never changed. But today is different. That bay pony was gone. He was going somewhere different. Where he can be happy.
But I wasn't happy. I cried all night. I couldn't go to school because I would feel sick all the time. I couldn't bear it. When he was finally gone, I was broken in a million pieces. I would never be able to be happy again or put myself together. It was impossible.