Little Blossom of Sweet Apple Acres

Apple Bloom stepped outside and beamed at her sister.

"...Well?"

Applejack stared for half a second too long.

Apple Bloom giggled.

"...That good, huh?"

Applejack laughed, but her eyes had suddenly grown very gentle.

Apple Bloom knew that look.

She glanced down at the familiar red embroidery.

"...I think Momma would've liked it too."

Then, very quietly:

"...Love you, Momma."