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I an see it now.
He had nothing left. Jack stood over the newly made grave of his mother, Apple Bloom was next to him, tears in her eyes. It was a private funeral, the gravestone of his mother in close proximity to his father and hero.
The years following the murder of Uncle, Big Mac and his father John were heard on the survivors of that harsh encounter. Granny Smith died the next day, the stress and grief overwhelming her poor old heart. His mother tied to be strong for the rest of them, put the weight on her mind soon began to effect her body as well, she was as strong as she could be, but Jack knew that apart of her died along with her husband, her fire was fading slowly day by day.
Apple Jack gave way to sickness a month before Abigail Marston passed.. Now it was only Apple Bloom and Jack left, and there was no way they could run this farm by themselves, he would soon lose that as well.
Apple Bloom spoke, with pain her throat. "What are we gonna do now Jack? What are we gonna do?"
Jack was silent. |