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January 3.1 - A type all pepper

Hello: D Another post in a few days ... what catastrophe will befall us? XD Seriously, I had the first update of the legacy and also because I decided to post as soon as I start school I will have less time with their sims. And then after that I grind my partner, haily_18 , to write an update on the new Dark Shadows Delacroix or XD so here's to you an update of the Kennedy to know the new heir James. You will notice that there will be the coincidence of an event that happened in my story even Flower of the night. Believe me it was not a thing for lack of imagination but rather to give certain characteristics the character. And then I realized this is coincidence, it was too late. I use the post to say that the story with the sims 3 will proceed more slowly than the legacy as the game, as well as andarmi slower than 2 (even though I had one stuff, two expansions and not so many downloads) each so is also a special treat (like me do not save your progress). But at least I'll try to take her out, then another story if I will avoid showing it to maybe 3. Ok ... now I stop blathering ... here comes the first update of the third generation:) enjoy!





"Next James make a wish!" Backy grandmother urged me while I stared badly the 16 candles on my birthday cake.





What the hell could I want? I had a family who loved me, a house, lots of toys ... oh yes, many wanted to embrace my mother.
all began with my birth. My parents were in seventh heaven, especially the mother. I remember that she had eyes as blue as the sky and blond hair. Cabbage how beautiful! Dad always said it looked like an angel. To me she was an angel. In a nutshell, the undersigned has grown loved by all ... well almost everyone.








Mom loved me like I'm some kind of rarity.





While my father was working, she played with me. He taught me everything: talk, walk and the rest.





Although often not know I wanted to learn.





Let's say I have always had little sympathy for the study ... let's say instead that really makes me sick to study. Why waste so much time breaking into a sweat to learn something when there are other much more interesting. Well, at my age this was an interesting thing!





My mother was always so patient with me ... if I had been in place I lost my temper for some time.





But she almost never cried, she was very sweet with me. He always said that I was "her very special little man" ... I never realized it was anything special. Instead, my father has always preferred to withdraw into his lab to play with chemical tubes. I saw him rarely.





When I was little I was troubled by her absence but gradually I got used. To hell with everyone ... I had my mom. She was always there to light my day with his beautiful smile.





When I was a little over 8 years of waiting for mom and dad found out another child.





For me it was the beginning of a catastrophe of dimensions disproportionate. And do not say much for ... it's all true! I was the undisputed master of the house ... how was I to do with a brat succhiavita around the house? Gradually, though, my mother ended up getting sick. I was told that her brother (or sister, you do well) require a lot of energy that the mother could not give her. In short, was very weak. Was not born yet and already I hated the wren. So the mother often spent his days in bed while Dad stayed there to watch.





was the first time, by so long, he withdrew to his lab for more than a week. To fill the temporary absence of the mother received as a gift a kitten named Romeo.





But I just care what Gattaccia mangy stupid ... I just wanted to be with my mom. Call me around, say what you want ... I loved it next. So often did homework alongside her in his Latvian.





One evening she said she felt better and wanted to get out of bed to walk a bit '. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of his room, fell to the ground. I have few memories of that time but I still picture in my mind: my father, who raised my mother rushed to the hospital.





That night no one slept.





Grandpa Chuck was trying to keep me happy by telling some amusing anecdote of his youth.
"So, after dinner, I invited her to my house and me ..."
"Chuck! Are not things to say to a child of 8 years! "The grandmother try again.
"Honey for ... these things is always ready, "said the grandfather.
Suddenly the phone rang and she ran to answer it.





He returned soon after saying that his mother would be home in a couple of days with Dad.
"And the infant succhiavita?" I asked.
"He will not be my darling. It is busy playing with the angels in heaven. "
A week later my mother came home, but it was not her. Over time, his beautiful blond hair became almost white, and took l’abitudine di non curarsi più.





Si stava lasciando andare. Mio padre tentò in tutti i modi di aiutarla anche a volte con metodi poco gentili.





Diciamo chiaramente che lui non ci sa fare per niente con questo genere di situazioni. Lo detestavo sempre più…se solo si fosse dedicato un po’ di più alla mamma invece che ai suoi stupidi esperimenti. Io, invece, vedevo che lei non stava per niente bene. Spesso si rinchiudeva in camera a piangere.





When I grew up I was told that did not give peace for this child ever born. And his desperation led her to death.





Backy When my grandmother told me that my mother would not come play with me because he had to stay with the brother I knew that I would see her again.





now completely hated my father for thinking their interests rather than the health of the mother, I hated that kid ever born for getting me the only person that I held really. And at the funeral of her mother I was the only one not crying.





What was crying ... it was stupid! Instead, my father was there to whine like a sissy from peanuts.





From that moment I hated him with all my strength! Incolplai him of the death of my mother and the only feeling I felt at that moment was not anger but sorrow. From that day life returned to flow more or less as before. The grandmother tried to help with homework and tried not to lose patience with me.





But even though she strove ever so I did not understand a fig dry.





The grandfather continued to care for the garden that grew along with my mom.





As you can see I grew up under the loving care of this little family enriched by the visits of the friend of my father, Colin. I could never understand how someone like him was able to stay with a mollaccione like my father.
blew out the candles and everyone is there to clap as if I turned water into wine. I was sixteen and eventually became a young man respected and adored by young girls. I know people ... What a great cool!





I've never been a genius at school ... let's say that my average struggled to reach 6. But in return I had to do that which according to my grandmother would take me away. Then tremble, because now people are dicks for everyone!

Continued ...