“Mom!” she said “It’s not just a phase! I’ll never stop loving horses! I’ll never stop loving the smell of the barn, or the cold winter rides, or the lessons in the sweltering heat! You don’t understand mom, I love horses and I always will!”
“Brielle” she replied coolly “The ranch is just too far honey. And the lesson fee just went up to $35 dollars an hour! We can’t afford to pay that! Horses will never get you anywhere in life anyways. If you were a dancer like your sister you could get scholarships and you could learn to be a poised proper young lady! Horse riding is hot, sweaty, and dirty! You just frolic around on a dirty, stinky pony and getting dirty!”
“Mom! You just don’t understand anything! You don’t love me or support what I’m doing! You don’t even care about me or what I like to do. All you care about is Lexi and her dancing!” She yelled as she stormed off to her bedroom.
In her room Brielle got out her horse riding books and flopped down on her bed to read. She and her mom fought almost every day about her love of horseback riding. Her mom found a new excuse to get her to stop riding every day and Brielle matched it with a new reason why she had to keep riding. She tried every possible angle, however the only thing that would please her mom would be for her to stop riding, however that was absolutely not an option.
Brielle dosed off that night with thoughts of horses jumping fences, doing perfect side passes, and jumping completely over the hedge of the cross county course of the Olympics.