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"You've made your point," she said bitterly. "I will follow you because you are my mother. I respect you for that. Even if it means I have to be a helpless little foal for all my days," she sniffed her mother, ready to help if the need arose.
"Gemma... I don't want you to feel that way... How about this, You can play with your friends in the morning -with me watching-, and spend the rest of the day hanging out with me and this little foal... And maybe later grazing...?" She said softly. "Now please lay down next to mommy. If I am having the foal I don't want to hurt you..." She whispered.
"Well," anger was boiling in her blood. She couldn't stop it, the powerful flow of emotion that brought both tears and disgraceful thoughts to her mind. "I do feel that way, mother. I can't help it. I never could. You just--you just--" she closed her eyes, her chin quivering. "You make it so hard! Every second I'm wondering about what new thing I can do to offend you! It seems that even walking ten feet away is a sin worthy of death. Well, you know what? The first chance I get out of here, I'm grazing. I'm hungry all the time, and the grass smells so good--it's torture!" She was pacing now, trying to sort out her own feelings as well as put them into words.
"You've made your point," she said bitterly. "I will follow you because you are my mother. I respect you for that. Even if it means I have to be a helpless little foal for all my days," she sniffed her mother, ready to help if the need arose.
"Gemma... I don't want you to feel that way... How about this, You can play with your friends in the morning -with me watching-, and spend the rest of the day hanging out with me and this little foal... And maybe later grazing...?" She said softly. "Now please lay down next to mommy. If I am having the foal I don't want to hurt you..." She whispered.
"Well," anger was boiling in her blood. She couldn't stop it, the powerful flow of emotion that brought both tears and disgraceful thoughts to her mind. "I do feel that way, mother. I can't help it. I never could. You just--you just--" she closed her eyes, her chin quivering. "You make it so hard! Every second I'm wondering about what new thing I can do to offend you! It seems that even walking ten feet away is a sin worthy of death. Well, you know what? The first chance I get out of here, I'm grazing. I'm hungry all the time, and the grass smells so good--it's torture!" She was pacing now, trying to sort out her own feelings as well as put them into words.