I woke in the morning to yet another bright, hot, sunny day. Typical weather. I slogged downstairs, still not fully awake, and poured myself some cereal with milk. Dad was already up and out; not surprising in the least.

The spoon was halfway to my mouth when I remembered.

I dropped the spoon with a clatter and burst through the kitchen’s screen door, stopping on the back porch. There was my dad, and there was the horse trailer, waiting to take Sierra away forever.

Only something was wrong with the engine- the upper half of my dad’s body was hidden under the hood of the truck; although that didn’t stop his fine choice of words from reaching my ears.

I looked up at the sky and blessed my own good fortune. Rather, Sierra’s good fortune. My dad had never been good with cars. It’d be a full day before he could get someone out there to fix the trailer.

With a whoop of joy, I ran to the stables to see her… my horse. Sierra.