Female voice, please!
And please speak slowly. Thank you!
FRIDAY April 15
I had a big argument with Mom today. She wants me to take a guest on a horse ride tomorrow. But she knows I don’t want to. He’s a young guy who’s with some folk from Santa Fe, but I don’t think he’s from round here. I don’t dislike him, but he speaks kind of funny. He tried to introduce himself when I showed them their cottage. but I just said goodnight and left them to unpack. I probably seemed rude. I couldn’t stop myself.
Mom just doesn’t understand. “You have to think of the guests, Tiffany” she said. “They’re here to enjoy themselves. They don’t want to look after themselves” Yeah, Mom, right. But don’t you care about me? I need to look after myself. And I’m not having fun! Not since Oreo’s accident. I loved that horse so much. I may be difficult but I just don’t feel like being with people now. I’m too sad to enjoy myself.
Today I rode out with Pearl. She’s a fine horse, but she’s just not Oreo. She doesn’t understand me yet and she’s still quite nervous. We went out on my favorite trail, the one I used to take with Oreo. It was so beautiful out there. But when we came to the stream, my eyes filled with tears. I just couldn’t stop crying, it seems like only yesterday that we threw Oreo’s ashes into the water there. But it’s almost a month now and I still miss him so much. Nothing has changed.
Mom says I’m the only one who can do the tour tomorrow. All the other guides are busy. She thinks I’m being unfair. But I don’t see myself like that. I always used to help with the guests. And I never complained - although I didn’t always get paid. So OK, I guess I’ll have to take that boy on the trail. We meet tomorrow at 8. But I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t want to have to talk to anyone for eight hours.
Hi Mrs Sara,
thanks a lot for the recording! You really did a great job, this is perfect.
Love,
Sabine