	I swallow my emotions for what seems like the millionth time. She starts to back up toward the door, but Miss Nectar's voice stops her.
	"Eura. You need to stay. You can't run forever." She says, looking in the direction of the door. Eura, my mother, stands perfectly still. I don't move either. The air in the room becomes so stiff and tense, that I feel like I might suffocate. The silence is so fragile, that even the slightest sound would shatter it like glass.
	After a long, tense moment, Eura speaks.
	"I'm fine, ma'am. How about you?"
	"I've been better. How's life?"
	"Aside from not remembering anything from before I was seven, it's been good. I was adopted two years ago." I clear my throat when I realize how venomous my words are. Eura looks away for a second, pain in her eyes. I say I'm sorry.
	"It's okay," She mumbles. "Your new parents are the bat-pony and monster running around town looking for you?" I nod. "Are they nice?" I nod again. "Do you love them?"
	"More than anything."
	"Then you should go back to them."
	"I will," I say sternly, "as soon as I'm done here."
	"Then let's make this fast."

	We walked upstairs to Eura's apartment, leaving Miss Nectar to go back to tending her flower shop.
	"B-2. Why is your name not on the mailboxes outside?" I ask as we walk inside and take a seat on her couch.
	"I'm hiding."
	"From what?"
	"Everything I've done wrong."
	That stings. Was I a mistake to her? Did Miss Nectar lie when she said Eura still loves me
	"I should have tried harder. I'm sorry. I just couldn't look at you without seeing him."
	That is just an awful reason to abandon your child.
	"I'm sorry I couldn't be a better pony, Sirro-"
	"Shut up." I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want to hear any more excuses. She looks away with a frown. The pain in her eyes reminds me of someone who has had their heart crushed. Thinking for a moment, she has had her heart torn to pieces. She lost her highschool sweetheart because of me, and she lost me because she couldn't handle the pain of remembering him.
	"Will you tell me about your new parents? She looks very curious. "I want to know that something good came of all this."
	"I guess I can. First there's mama. She's really beautiful, nice, caring. I love her a lot. She's really protective of me, and she's taken really good care of me, even for a whole day before she adopted me." I smile as I picture her in my mind. I really do love her. She's my mama, and she's better than the mare sitting across from me.
	"And your dad?" She says with a tilt of her head. I smile even wider when I picture him. She smiles knowingly. "You don't have to say anything. You obviously love him very much." I nod lightly.
	"My turn. I can't remember anything from before I was seven. Why?"
	"Your father suffered from memory loss. You might have inherited it."
	"Oh. So, what? I might forget this? My mama and papa? Everything?"
	"Have you forgotten anything since you were seven?"
	"Not really, no."
	"I wouldn't worry then. Your father forgot things frequently." I think about this for a moment, and later come to the realization that Eura is probably not a clever pony.
	"Do you think that's why he left you? He just forgot?" I look at her questioningly. She sighs forlornly and stares off into space. The look on her face is the same one I make when I realize something.
	"That... that could be a possibility. I don't know where he is though." She looks at me. I look at her.
	"Well, if you still love him, and you can forgive him, then we'll find him." What did I just say?
	"We?"
	"Yes. I'll try to help you find him." Why am I saying this? I have no idea what I'll be getting myself into, but for some reason, I want Eura to be happy, even though I hardly know her and she abandoned me.
	"I don't know where to start."
	"Miss Nectar said he worked at the guard house."
	"Ten years ago. I think if he was still there, I would have seen him around town at least once." I stare at my hooves in contemplation when Eura says this.
	"Well, I'm out of ideas."
	Eura chuckles to herself before falling silent. With an almost inaudible sigh, she says, "We can check the guard house. They might have a record on him."
	"Maybe. Should we go now?"
	"Yes. They won't be very busy during the day."