Hello boys and girls of livejournal. How do their holiday? I am a little 'taken from some business but despite this I always try to follow or to update. As you have seen this is a new project with The Sims 3 that I started and I hope to pursue. It will not last several episodes, I think the sims 2 XD Unfortunately I can not do much but I will try to continue with the legacy if you like, even if I go slow. I worked hard to deliver the photos (as with the three do not exist at the boxes for the poses) and to make the story interesting. I hope I did and I hope that comment so many:) Now enjoy reading:)
"Mia! Mia! When you decide to wake up! My mother and I have already had breakfast. "
Jane's voice came to my ears echoes in my head. It was 8 o'clock in the morning and I was still sleeping in bed.
The night before I was around late to seek a job which, unfortunately, I did not. Perhaps it was fatigue or, perhaps, that warm bed to prevent me from getting up. The legs and arms as if I weighed were made of lead. I could not even open my eyes. Gradually I started to resume contact with reality, sitting on the bed.
From there, I admired my small room but that I loved and that I shared with Jane. My house was not a palace (maybe could not even be called home) and my bed is not the most comfortable. But the sense of security that gives me make it special. My family was sailing gold ... let's say he had just enough to live. My mom has always tried not to leave anything to me and to Jane, even at the cost of great sacrifice.
But often it was impossible not to understand the terrible economic situation of girls in the house. When I was little, my mother liked to gather in the hair in two pigtails and then hug me before I went to school.
Once I ran to catch the bus
she is completely devoted to housework.
I was little, physically, but my mother covered me affection. I had not a father, indeed, it had only until the age of 10 years. I remember my mother had reached the ninth month of pregnancy. The child Jane was coming. My father was at work when he learned of the impending birth. In a truck that sped to the hospital fly very overwhelmed him in full. My mother always says that he felt at that moment that something had happened while I, instead, I was unaware of the whole school. But despite everything life had to go and we adjusted.
"Mia! Do you want to move. "
my sister's screams and the smell of freshly made pancakes I awoke memories. I got out of bed and ran to downstairs. Mum and Jane had finished breakfast.
"Ben woke up sleepyhead," said the mother as soon as I entered.
"Mom! You should not make you breakfast. I'd been awake before! "I said.
"cook two pancakes will not worsen my health."
Over time her mother was increasingly neglected, mar more and more, until it was too difficult to conduct normal household chores.
"Next time I cook!" The ammonium.
"If you had woken up a little first would arrive in time!" Jane scolded me.
"Jane will not be rude to your sister. After trying to be helpful ... you should encourage them. "
Jane has never been a bad person or acid. She worried me as the mom. As a child, however, could do little and this weighed a lot. So he vented scolding me.
"Instead of grumbling run, otherwise you lose the bus!" I said.
Jane took the backpack and ran off like a rocket.
"Why do not you and your sister ever you go along?" Mother said with a sigh.
"I do not know ... I think that is part of the relationship between me and Jane."
In fact my sister and I rarely got along but we knew that one could count on the other without problems.
I finished eating and ran upstairs to change. As soon as I found my mother went downstairs to wash the dishes.
"Mom! Go to rest! I'll take the house, "it seemed that the roles of mother and daughter were reversed.
"are just two dishes ... nothing will happen."
"I'll finish ... please go to rest."
was exasperating to convince my mother to follow the treatment prescribed by your doctor. She, like Jane, could not bear to stand idly by while the rest toil of work. But I was 19 and had to take my responsibilities for the good of my family. So, after I made sure that my mother was in bed,
I rolled up my sleeves and I arranged the house.
remade the beds,
laundry,
swept ashore and prepared a meal: a wretched watery gruel.
My mother and I ate in a silence broken only by the sound of banging spoons on a plate.
I watched my mother and saw her deep eyes. I began to worry seriously.
"Mom, you take the medication?".
"Treasure those things are useless bata ... I just relax a bit '."
I put down my spoon and stared incredulos.
How could he say such a thing.
"If your doctor said you have to take certain medications for a reason!" Comciai to raise the tone of voice.
"My do not have to worry about. I feel better. I have no need for those medicines. We have other more important things to think about such as education, for example, Jane. "
"Your medicine are among the most important things. We eat meat once a month ... in less spare. But you need those medicines, "warned my voice and begged my mother at the same time.
"Mia is not a serious thing ..."
"It's serious but not caring."
I was so angry that I went to the kitchen without having finished eating.
gave me terribly annoyed by the fact that my mother would take lightly, so his health. For good or for ill was an issue for both me and Jane.
"Amelia!" Whispered my mother from behind while I was cleaning the dishes.
rarely use my full name. He preferred to call me by my diminutive: Mia.
"Sorry mom. But you can not neglect your health as well. I 19 years, I can cavamela alone but Jane ... she has only 9 years old. "
"I do not believe that I go away so easily! You are my two angels ... I can not leave! "My mother said, embracing me.
"Promise me then that you begin to heal."
"Okay Mia ... even if it weighs on me a lot because we make many sacrifices for those medicines. "
My mother was not joking. We were supposed to save money, depriving us of little luxuries to be able to get those drugs. But this was my family and I would have also thrown into the fire for her.
no longer speak of the topic "cure." In the evening, when I helped Jane with her homework, not even I talked with her.
"My ... you believe that we will one day to raise ourselves? We will be always like this? "Jane asked me interrupting his mathematical calculations.
"Nothing is forever, Jane ... both the good things that bad!" I said.
"But we live in a shack and we often have to deprive us of so many other things to win. How we do it? ".
"I do not know ... I do not know Jane. But the important thing you and me is that we remain united. As long as we'll be together will not happen anything. Remember it always. "
I was not very convinced of my words, to tell the truth.
But I had to give certainty to a minimum of 9 years old girl who attended to her childhood shattered by the sad reality.
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