𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕒

My name is Lila. I grew up until I was adopted in an orphanage. Every day was a fight, but since the very beginning, I’ve always been a fighter. I remember the day, five days after my 10th birthday, I was adopted. It went from bad to worse. I lived on a horse farm and was treated as a slave. I was abused a lot. The horses weren’t much better off. They were never fed grain or any nutrients. The only thing they got was a bale of hay a year, and the little grass in their pastures. Then everything changed.

My luck seemed to turn around. My adopted mom died. She was the last one left in the family after sickness had wiped out them. They were humans, and I- was not. I knew from the very beginning I was different. Out of all the kids that used to live on the farm, from a young age I had much more endurance and strength then them. Even the strongest boys in my class I could beat in my sleep. People had proved again and again to be weak and worthless. The day my adopted mom died was the day I became free.

She had a bank account with enough to feed the horses properly for a year! All of this time she acted as if we were poor! I got that money and began buying horse feed and got all of the horses to a healthy weight again. I sold the older ones to loving homes where they would never have to think of this place again. 4 years ago, I bred my dream filly. She was a majestic grey foal with black streaks on her sides and face. As soon as I saw her, I just knew, her name was Willow. She stumbled around for a very long time, tripping over her long gangly legs.

She eventually got the hang of it and before long she was galloping laps around any other foal. I had almost run out of money and with the little money left, I bought a saddle, bridle, and three barrels. Thats how it all started. With the money from selling the other horses, I bought brand new things for her. From fly spray to halters to salt licks, she had new things and was treated very well. I spent hours and hours training her through time and effort, and it finally started to make progress.

She became faster and more agile. Finally, I went into my first rodeo. We won by 5 seconds- something never done before. We gradually drew attention to ourselves and eventually, we started winning money. One day, I noticed my old neighbor walking to get the mail. She suddenly began shaking. She looked and out of no where, where she once was, a big dog was in her place. I thought I was surely seeing things. I did’nt know how wrong I was until my 18th birthday.