From the first glance, she knew: horses would be part of her life. As a baby, she touched the animals' faces with delicacy and enchantment, as if she already knew them.
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On her first visit to the stable, when she was just a few weeks old,
her eyes met the horses and never looked away.
When she saw the animals for the first time, she tried to touch their faces,
as if she wanted to recognize them. He wanted to kiss them.
There was no hesitation, no fear, just an instinctive, clear, and immediate
connection. Since then, everything has revolved
around them. Time passed, but the bond only grew
stronger. Whenever she could, she was among the
horses. And the horses, for some reason that is
hard to explain, seemed to understand. They tolerated
her insistent touch with unusual patience. One foal in particular would
lie down next to her, calm, allowing her to play, pull,
climb, explore. It was rare.
Foals, by nature, are unpredictable, sensitive to stimuli,
frightened. But with her, he was different.
Gentle, calm, as if he recognized her too.
She never showed S-fear. If it were up to her,
she would already be riding through the fields, her hair blowing in the wind,
like one of those dreams that are born ready. For outsiders,
it might have been a little scary. Horses are big.
They can be imposing, even dangerous. Many only learn to handle them after
overcoming fear. But she seemed to have been born
without this obstacle. Even so, there was vigilance. Her mother
was always close by, attentive to her every move. When her
daughter brushed a horse's tail, her mother's hand was firmly placed on
the back of the animal. Not out of distrust, but out of respect
for the unpredictability of nature. But preventing the girl from
experiencing this out of fear would be a bigger mistake.
Living in fear is not living. She didn't just want to ride.
She wanted to care for, understand, participate in.
Her new obsession was the curette, the tool used to clean the hooves.
She loved picking it up, lifting the horse's feet,
brushing every detail with almost ceremonial concentration.
As soon as she arrived at the stable, she ran to get the brushes.
She applied the fly spray with the confidence of someone who has been doing
it for years. Then she asked for a saddle, knowing that
this would take her to the most awaited moment,
riding. But her care was the same as her riding.
If she found feces on the ground, she'd warn seriously.
Before we do anything, we have to clean it up.
It was there, among the hay, hooves, dust, and smell of horses, that she found
On the days when they didn't go to the stable,
her frustration came with a direct, blunt sentence.
You're going the wrong way. The right way is to the barn.
And in that tone, between demand and desire,
there was a certainty. Her heart had always belonged there.
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