Misty

     Well,  my mom and I were cooking up some home made soup.

There was a knock at the gate, so I ran outside the door.   It was Wilbert (Haitian friend.)

He asked for my dad, so I went in our back yard to get him.

After that I started helping my mom again.

My dad said "He wants to take us somewhere as a family."

So we left our cooking soup.   We went to a HUGE market 1 side was selling food and the other side was selling animals.   Wilbert kept on leaving us in the shade ( We did not know why.)

So he came back again and told my dad something.  Then my dad turned over and said" This is the point where we need to tell Abby."  So I leaned in and he said I was getting a ...HORSE!!!!!

I had tears in my eyes, but since we were in a HUGE market that means there was a lot of people so he did not want me to cry.  (It was hard not to cry.)   I have been wanting a horse my whole life.

    I could not pick out a horse because we are white and they would raise the price. 

All day long I was waiting for the horse a rive (I felt like they forgot they were going to bring her.)

Her name is Misty.  She has a first name a middle name and a last name it goes like this...Misty Blaze Breeze.

  She has a little bit of an attitude.  She is not like a American horse because she does not like apples or carrots she likes...mangoes.  But she is a filly.  Misty makes a cute little noise when she sees me.

She is a baby and the Haitian's were already working her to the bone.  She needs some TLC (tender,loving,care.)

WHAT A GIFT FROM GOD!!!