I watched as a family car approached the house. Out stepped an important looking man, his pretty wife, and their only child.
The girl was about sixteen. She had wavy blonde hair, innocent and hopeful blue eyes and pretty, soft features. Her freckles on her nose seemed as if each one was carefully designed to belong right there. She was beautiful, and sort of, endearing.
But it was not her hair, eyes or face that I noticed first. Her left leg was twisted. She limped on it. I could almost sense all the pain and bulling she had endured over her life. And at that instant she looked right up at my eyes, a small smile hinted at her lips. I could sense some eternal bond we shared. I just knew that I would live and die for her. We both seemed to know we needed each other.
Emily rode me around the mini-jumping course Jack had set up. We moved as one and sailed over every jump. Emily did test my dressage abilities, and although not perfect, they were my very best. I was never too confused, Emily just communicated with me so well I knew what she wanted me to do.
She didn’t ride me for much longer, Emily just knew I was right. Convincing her parents though, was another matter, but even they realised that their daughter had never been so happy in her life before. And her happiness was something they greatly sacrificed for.