The girls giggled as they stood by the fence, eyes wide with excitement. The horse, calm and gentle, lowered its head toward them, letting them stroke its nose.
The woman in the uniform smiled, adjusting her hat. “He likes you,” she said warmly. “Horses can sense kindness.”
One of the little girls clung to the other’s hand, her expression shifting from excitement to something more serious. She hesitated, then reached up to tug the woman’s sleeve.
“Does he remember?” she asked softly.
The woman blinked. “Remember what, sweetie?”
The little girl looked at the horse again, her small fingers gripping the fence.
“My daddy used to have a horse before he…” Her voice trailed off.
And in that moment, the woman knew this wasn’t just a visit to see a horse.⬇️
(continue reading in the first cᴑmment)
