50,...80,.....120,.....150. Dang. I pulled my brown hair behind my ear and stared at the stacks of quarters and dollar bills. Only $150. It took me a year of babysitting just to get this much money, there is no way I can get enough money for a horse. Never. Ever since I was little I dreamed of getting a horse that I could take care of and ride. I would tell Mom different facts about horses all the time ever since I was five.
Mom did you know that the V shape in a horse's hoove was called a frog?
Mom did you know that Secretariat had the biggest heart?
Mom did you know that Arabians have one less rib than other horses?
I would also use the bottom end of my spoon to draw horses in my mashed potatoes when I was eight, I would have a library of horse books stacked on my shelf, and I used to have a huge horse poster in my room and once a week I would get sticky notes with the names of every part of the body of the horse listed on each one, like the barrel, cannon bone, poll, etc, and stick them on their correct places on the horse. And when I was ten years old I took riding lessons over the summer. I have just loved horses all my life!
I jumped as Mom knocked on the door.
"Katherine, what are you doing in there?" She knocked again. "Open up." I got up and unlocked the door.
"What, Mom, I am busy!?"
"I just wanted to know what you were doing,"
"Counting money,"
"What for?"
"None ya,"
"Kathy, why have you been acting so wierd about money lately? You have been wanting to sell things, you sold half of your dvds on Ebay, you-"
"I am saving for a horse mom!" My heart raced, the words just flew out of my mouth, Mom thinks that buying my own horse at my age is dumb. Now that I have told her that I have been wanting one, she won't give me a chance. It's just a Mom thing, just like when you were nine years old and you asked for a puppy for your birthday, Mom would state every single negative thing about it, like:
We don't have time to walk it every day!
Dogs poop and pee in the house!
Puppies chew on everything!
"Katherine Anne Kassey, you know you can't get a horse at your age! You don' even have a real job!" Mom sat next to me on my bed. "Maybe when your 16 or 17 and have a job you can get one," She patted my back. As if that would just make me feel better.
"Mom, you don't understand." My stomach just flipped, these are one of these things that you can't make anyone understand. It's like talking to a brick wall. I don't know why I can't have one, other than money, we have a 20 acres of land, a barn that we use for a tool shed, and I have been working my butt off on schoolwork, chores, and babysitting just to show mom that I am responsible enough to take on something new.
"How about someday I take you to a place to see some horses?" Mom grinned at me like that would be just as good as actually grooming, caring, riding, and having a horse.
"Mom just never mind about the whole stupid thing." I turned away from her. "I will just save up for something..." I cringed. "More important." I slammed my hands down on my bed, scattering all of the coins and dollars I spent two hours counting and sorting. I just scooped them up and put them back in my horse shaped bank. Mom just ignored me and left my room.
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Random""Your going to be okay, sweetie, everything is fine," She whispered. I rested my head again back down... there are so many things rambling through my mind that I could not focus on things like eating, drinking,.....living. I don't know if I will ev...
