The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Dawn just broke, and Hugo is out on the terrace, blowing bubbles above the city.
And this time I join him to have breakfast, and in the fresh, clear morning air, we have our first long talk, just the two of us.
Hannah wakes up, that little sweetheart, and though she is still sleepy and incoherent, I’m already happy and energized.
So is Hugo; at the very least energized enough to bathe a three-year-old.
Things are back to normal.
After this fleeting period out of the world and, it seemed, out of our own life, we’re a bigger, more tight-knit family. Everything is colorful again, bright, and full of joy.
Nounou doesn’t want me to tell anyone, but I’m his favorite.
Hugo loves nothing more out of his days than spending time with Hannah helping improve her speech. She loves it too.
I let them have this ritual together, but you can bet I’m going to butt in and watch. It’s too cute.
He reads her stories at night, too. Really, if this kid can talk at all it’s thanks to her dad.
I get the mornings and the breakfast fun.
If this kid has Red Llama levels of energy and a weirdo sense of humor, that’s on me.
“IT’S A PLANE, MAMMY!”
Tonight, Hugo tires Nounou out with a bright pink laser dancing around.
I bathe Hannah and put her to bed before the sitter arrives.
And then Hugo and I go on our first date in an eternity. We’re both a bit worried. We haven’t been alone in so long, and after everything we’re not so sure jow it’s going to go.
It went well.
Hannah is upstairs again, playing on her Freezer Bunny tablet
Hugo is collecting the dishes from our last meal.
And Nounou has heard me say “vet”, and is now hiding.
I didn’t mean today, Nounou.
A man in a suit walks into our apartment.
And all of a sudden, the first floor is flooded with cats. I play with them all, get to know them, talk about them to the man in the suite, and in return he asks me questions.
I’m really grateful today for our big our home is, as Hugo and Hannah are upstairs, playing, and don’t have a clue what’s going on.
Just as I planned.
I fall in love with a kitten, a little brown cutie-pie called Nounou.
And Nounou joins our family.
The introduction of Nounou to Hugo is a success!
They also fall in love. It’s amazing how much happiness this little ball of fur has already brought to the home.
Right on cue, Hugo walks into the room to ask if I need help prepping Hannah for bed. I tell him I want to talk. And while Hannah is deep into her MySims game, I finally talk to him, from my heart, with utter sincerity.
At the beginning he’s not all that receptive. He still wants to leave the blinds and the cover on everything that hurts. But I won’t let him, not anymore.
And finally he accepts my sincerity; and he accepts to speak, too. I listen, and I do my best to ease his pain.
And this is the beginning of our healing.
So once again, I go find shelter in the pages of my diary. I don’t expect it will help much at first. I’ve been doing that every day for a while now, but it’s more because I know I will feel even worse if I don’t.
But today, as I start writing about Grandma’s visit, I find memories of her coming back to me. The great times we spent together. Everything she taught me.
I remember when her husband’s mean son came to visit, and she taught us how to deal with adversity. I remember her kindness, and her optimism, and her ability to defuse any situation, just by seeing the light everywhere it may hide. Better yet, I read about it, in some of my past entries.
And now I do feel better. I feel like I can see the hidden light, too. That I know how to handle what life has thrown at me. Not just that, I think I know how to make things better, not just for me, but for us.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 