I recall a student in high school who always joked and laughed and smiled. And I mean all the time. Then toward the end of the year we had some writing assignment about a date we would always remember and had to present it to the class. Most ponies did something, you know, happy. Some of us wrote about how tragedies had affected us. He wrote about how both his parents were killed in an accident. About living with his grandparents and seeing psychologists. He was in the accident.

After his presentation, everypony started acting different around him. But he just sort of bushed it off. He was all, “That happened like a year ago. If I needed anything before it would have been too late now.”

Life is strange. How ponies can or can’t cope with things is… impossible to read. We complain about the most mundane things, but this colt lost his parents only months before the school year started. And you’d never have guess it in a million years.