Georgia realized the sadness in his eyes and bent over to reach his level. She cupped his face but he shook his head, signaling to her that she was being too affectionate. "Sorry," Georgia chuckled.
"Should I make you a promise?" Georgia asked.
"No, Mommy," still looking a bit sad. "I'm not mad at you. You are right about me getting injured. I just don't like that I am so small. I wish I was big!"
Georgia laughed. "I was once small like you, very small."
"Were you able to ride a horse, Mommy?"
"Well, I can't remember but I know that I was always at home," Georgia answered.
"Why?" He appeared to be concerned. "Why are you always at home, Mommy?"
"Because my parents were always busy," Georgia answered. "And they don't want me outside so I stay home."
"It must have been so boring."
"Well, I loved studying so it wasn't so boring." Georgia, already ending the conversation, stood up. "Are you ready to ride?" She asked her baby, looking in that direction.
