Generation 1: Chapter 9

The weekend was soon nearing, and only a few preparations needed to be done before we could enjoy abit time relaxing.

Homework had to be done by all my 3 teenager, they helped each other as much as they could, and had some fun on the side.

Shaowen came home from work today, smiling over his whole face, he made it, he was now the top Space Ranger out there!

Next step for him was to complete his aspiration, and he surely did by reading a total of 3 books that night.

Also Marcel reached the top of his career in the Retail department. He was so tired for his daily work he did not even reach his bed when he came home.

Next morning we had a little home party to honor Shaowen, I had written his biografi which was lying behind Marcel as he perfomed his comedy rutine “Weird Science Stuff”. Ciara had painted his picture while Neil played his song “Cowboys Space Blues”.

Afterwards there was some love in the air, Shaowen and i recited love poems for each other, while the kids went to the park.

Niel and Sydney joked around, took pictures and had fun, she is a bit older than him so romance has to wait.

Ciara and Marcel evolved their BFF status to Boyfriend/Girlfriend status the moment they felt the attraction.

And Marcel, promised Keisha that they would be togehter forever, he had always had something for red heads.

At home we had the most wonderfull time togehter. Shaowen was the love of my life. I was so happy i did wait for him, instead of trying with the other guys i met first.

Shaowen also wanted to show me what else you could do in the rocket, so we took a little spacetrip, just the two of us.

That night when we all where sleeping Shaowen suddenly did not feel so good, he woke up and seconds later he fell to the floor, his time had passed.

What was im supposed to do now, without my Shaowen?
Scoresheet on the scoring page is now btw. updated with the points collected by Shaowen.

Generation 1: Chapter 8

So another week of hard work started with a crash, not something bad but…

Shaowen had to build up the rocket from scratch agian, which at the same time helped him towards his goals.

That evening i had a request for Marcel, we needed to work hard on the pieces for memorialising Shaowen, but also me in time.

Shaowen told the most amazing stories from space,  at night we would stay up and watch the starts while he told me how he caputered those aliens with his lasso and stopped them from shooting down a planet.

Marcel started working on his comedy skill, he would figure out a way to make the coolest comedy rutine for Shaowen.

Neil was playing chess fulfilling his aspiration. The lovely young girl he is playing with is Sydney, they got a good connecting those two.

Ciara also got a good connection with little Brian and could count him as her 5th friend. So she was now ready to go after another dream.

I was spending more and more time writing, and less time fishing, we could really feel the time ticking now and legacy was harder than i thought.

Next up was Neils birthday. He had invited over a few people, and when he was trying to blow out the candles, Maylee was nearly starting a fire by making drinks, luckely nobody was hurt.

And Neil grew up to be a little bit melancolic. But look at this, like father, like son. Both boys resembling their daddy.

Neil grew up to want to be a renesaince sim, so when i asked him if he could compose a song for Shaowen, he went straight for the guitar.

Ciara trained alot and soon enjoyed hanging out on top of the monkeybars. But now she was also ready, ready to join her brothers in the teen years.

So we had a little party for her. The boy behind her is Valentin, he turned teenager a few days before.

Selfassured she proclamied she wanted to be a painter when she grew up and so she started training her painting.

Everything was now ready in the making. Would we make it all in time? But most important, would Shaowen reach his goals in time?

 

Generation 1: Chapter 7

But a legacy is not just joy and happiness.

The morning was speciall hard, all tired before a hard day of school and work. We needed something to eat, but also following the shedule for the single bathroom we had.

After school the children really enjoyed the play corner we had made for them though, played togehter all day long.

We still had a lot of bad luck with stuff breaking once i a while, luckely Shaowen is so handy, you can even see the finished rocket in the back.

And while i was at work Shaowen took his first trip with the rocket, his first of many trips.

Meanwhile Marcel and Ciara had the battle of the social butterflies. Ciara was determined to complete her aspiration before Marcel, so they both invited loads of people over.

Shaowen and I enjoyed our days togehter, flirting in the morning before work, it was Shaowen birthday this evening, and i had backed him a nice cake.

But first a family photo.

So when Shaowen returned home that evening I had invited some friends and set up the cake, and everybody was celebrating.

Ohh man i feel old Shaowen complained when the party was over, but i have to say he was still a pretty cowboy.

The next day we went to the park to celebrate my birthday, i had baken yet another cake which i couldnt wait to taste.

I did not look half bad as a full grown adult. I had my friends close and my kids playing or chatting on the playground, the perfect day.

It was also the birthday of Marcel and he grew up to be a teenager, isnt it stunning how much he looks like his dad? And just of his dad he was also a little Foodie.

In contrast to his younger years Marcel grew up with the wish to collect stuff, and to be a bit more alone, he was tired of competing with his little sister for friends.

Speaking of Ciara, she was working hard on gaining friends, here she is with Maylee, her 3rd adult friend.

And Neil was ready with the firework a good ending on 3 birthday parties in a row.

Only thing that could now worry me is that we need to help Shaowen complete his goals, before his time is running out.

Generation 1: Chapter 6

The family was happy now one of the requirements for the Torburden Legacy was fullfilled by having one heir.

Shaowen took so great care of little Ciara, it was a releave, because then i could go back to work, so we could get a bit more money.

Neil also adored his little sister. He kept asking when she would age up, if she would be liking to play chess with him, how she would look, and 1000 other questions,

Marcel was way more interested in his friends and invited as many as possible over everyday.

We decided to use the money we got on the rocket that Shaowen dreamed of building. It was very expensive.

So while Shaowen was building i took the boys to the library. Little whizkid Neil had found a friend in Sydney, and they played chess togehter, again and again.

And Marcel was gaining another friend while i finished yet another book. It was a joy to see them having fun.

Without beign pregnant all the time, i could finally do all i wanted, both work, write and also fish again.

Ciara grew up to be a good girl. Social just as her brother Marcel. She has Shaowens hair colour, but else i think she looks alot like i did at her age.

With all 3 kids at school we finally had some alone time, but i kept feeling the urge to write and maybe also paint, I had to memoralise Shaowen before it is to late.
Shhhh shaowen just whispered to me, the Pinstar foundation where we donated the money to, have eased the rules. You can always write the book after i am gone, lets enjoy the time while we are still young.

The kids returned home from school friday in 3 very different moods. Marcel was extremely tired, keeping up with friends and schoolstuff was hard. Neil smiled brightly because he passed yet another test. And Ciara was mad at Marcel because he stole all the attention in the school yard.

The next day we went to the park where Ciara met up with Valentin, they where fastly getting along and played togehter all day.

My daddy is a cowboy, a space cowboy, he told everybody, and i am the pirate Captain. And so he played with Ciara and Valentin.

Marcel had taken a book with him from home, and sat and read all day long while the rest played.

It did not go long before Ciara and Valentin declared they where best friends forever, and i have to admit they are really cute togehter.

And with another great catch i realised time was going to fast.
Rumors had it that when boys grew up they would catch a bug these days, but how could we stop time?
Would something bad happen to the men of my life?

Generation 1: Chapter 5

And it is a boy, again.

We decided to call him Neil, unlike his older brother he required my attention nearly all the time.

But only nearly, we still had to see if we could not get a heir born, so back to the drawing board, or just under the blankets.

Neil was crying a lot I tried to cheer him up as often as possible.

Meanwhile Marcel and Shaowen worked on their mental and logic skills. Shaowen was a nerd to the bone, while Marcel loved the talking more than the playing.

We had a lot of our stuff breaking, but luckily Shaowen could also fix that, and clean after himself. He said those pieces in the dirt where worth a lot of money, and we really needed it.

I did still use a lot of my time writing, working was hard and complicated. Sometimes I would dream back to the big house I fled from, the comfort we had had there was the only thing I was missing.

Time was flying, and Neil grew up, he had my hair colour, but the rest of his features where a lot like his dads.

Speaking of his dad, the boys bonded quickly, Neil was a little whiz kid, and wanted to learn as much as possible, so he asked Shaowen to read to him every night.

And when Shaowen went to the gym to train Neil would follow and sit down beside the treatmill, studying always as close to his dad as possible.

Marcel was progressing fast with his friend, and soon he declared him and King Cahill as BFF’s. I was happy, Kings father was the first friend I had made in town.

It was my third time going into labor and this time it lasted for hours, I kept thinking for what the gender would be.

And this time, Ciara was born. My girl, maybe my heiress?
The question was now, could we afford to have another child? Should we build the walls for hour home finally? Or should the money be used on the rocket Shaowen was now dreaming off?

Generation 1: Chapter 4

It was a boy. We called him Marcel.

He was a wonderfull little bundle of joy, each morning i would wake up and here his laughter and i could not wait to see his smile.

Shaowen and I had responsiblilities though, i needed to write for my career, and in order for him to complete his lifes aspiration he needed to read alot. Luckely the child care in Willow Creek was great so we did not have to worry about Marcel.

Marcels baby days where soon over and he grew up to be a creative little social butterfly. He loved to practice his jokes with the big teddy bear he had gotten as his birthday gift.

Mommy, why are we keeping my old crip? Marcel asked me one day before he had to go to school.
You are getting a younger brother or sister, my love, do you want to feel, i think the baby is kicking right now.

Highly pregnant i still had to go to work. Money was still tight, the only room we had was a bathroom, so that we could get a bit of privacy.

Shaowen took care of the guideance of Marcel’s schoolwork, it was very important for me that all my children would get an A in school, and at the same time complete their aspirations.

Marcel was a chatty child, when ever he got the chance he would play with all his friends.

Shaowen took Marcel to the park, and while Marcel played with the other kids, Shaowen would train his logic,  and chess skills.

Sometimes it even felt like i had two kids, King Cahill was at our homestead all the time, it was nearly like the two boys was not to get apart.

And then it was time again. The pain started once more, and all i could think was. Please be a girl, this is a girl, i am going to get a girl now.

Generation 1: Chapter 3

Next morning I woke up because of the sun in my eyes. Wait what?! Sun in my eyes? I was not lying anywhere near the window! But what window? The house was gone, only thing left was the bed I started with.

I was in rage, where had our house gone. What had he done?
Last night in my dream, he explained, I am 100% sure I heard the voice of Pinstar, telling that no real legacy founder would user the savings off their newly found love to build the house, so I had to donate the 20.000.

So we went to the library to find some jobs, could I become a fisherswoman? No sadly not, what about a daycare then, that could be fun. Negative, that was not possible either. Then a writer? Yes, bingo, I was going to be a great author.

Shaowen wanted to be a professional cowboy, but that was not a real job. I told him about the entertainer branch, but that was not really him. As a joke he said I want to be an Astronaut. I did not take it as a joke and sent him training, astronauts need to be fit for fight!

Working hard, and living with only the most necessary things, on a plain spot of land was not always the most exiting thing.

So we had to make it exiting. *Hides under the blankets*

And even though life was hard, life had to go on, and we where soon expecting. It was a little kicker and Shaowen loved to feel when the baby moved.

From the front you could nearly not see that I was pregnant, but on my grin you could maybe guess I just completed something, my first book.

I hurried to the mail box to get it published, lets see the money get rolling in now!

That night we both sat down to read and talk, I needed to read for my career, and Shaowen always had a need to read just one book more, he was a little nerdy cowboy. But the reading was roughly interrupted from some pain.

The crib was ready, now I just needed to give birth to our first born, why it be a boy or a girl?

Generation 1: Chapter 2

It was a rough night with only  few hours of sleep. And when I woke up, the sun was no where to be seen. Hungry and thirsty I went into the nearest bar.

Andrew was a little night owl still awake. He bought me some drinks and told me the most interesting story, accompanied by the music in the bar.

And maybe I had gotten to much to drink, because I became flirtier and flirtier, and he mixed one drink after the other for me. Is this mister right? I dared it, and asked him, how he would feel about starting a legacy with me.

He laughed and laughed, him, a legacy founder, I must have been crazy. I was disappointed, hurt and shameful.  What a horrible first day of my new life.

Hey there cowboy! It was the next day, and I only went to the park to fish when Shaowen showed up and started telling old cowboy jokes. He was fascinating, I was giggling like a little school girl again.

Should I dare, or had I learned my lesson from the last tries. I tried to pose as sexy as I could. And even if he started laughing, it was so heartfelt and warm that I did not become embarrassed this time.

I asked him out on a day at the park that day. And even though that woman kept trying to interrupt us, all went fine and smooth, we ate a bit, we talked, and we even shared our first kiss. And my first kiss ever.

It was late evening when I fell on my knee, holding old grandpas ring up in front of me.
Do you believe in love on first sight or finding the one and only in a blink of the moment? Because I do.

Luckily he said yes, and luckily I had told him about my financial situation. I feel like taking a chance here he said, took all his savings, and build us this. I had really found my luck this time around.

And what better to do than ensure a heir in you new wonderful fluffy bed.

Generation 1: Chapter 1

Finally young adult, free to decide my life on my own and not after my fathers very hard rules. I am a daughter born out of a very rich family, always dressed up as a doll and to be married away to whom my father would like the best.

I ran away the day I turned young adult and found this piece of empty land in Willow Creek. Its big but that’s good, because I am going to start a legacy, my own legacy. I am Tamara Torburden, and my heirs will have to follow a few roles.

My Legacy is Strict Matriarchy, Strict Traditional and by my Living Will.

But first things first, I could finally go fishing. I had always dreamt about standing in the nature for hours and colleting those beautiful creatures swimming in the water. But as a soon to be married away little doll of cause I was never allowed to go after that dream.

But no fish would bite yet, so I decided to go fish for a man, I have never tried that either. A shy wave and he stopped to talk with me. Only problem was he reminded me to much of my dad choices, so I quickly waved goodbye.

Then there was this young man, his last name was Cahill and we soon hit it off pretty well. He even dragged me into a hug out of no where. I became more and more confident when talking to men, so I dared it and asked if he had family in town. And yes he was married! Just a friend then. Moving on to the next guy.

The park didn’t seem to bring me luck, after a few more missed conversations I decided to go somewhere else to try my luck. There I met this funny guy, but after he started pranking me that was fastly over too.

So I went into the bar to snack a bit, and that woman behind me is Cahills wife! I couldn’t stand to see the love between the two of them, so I hurried out of there again.

Fishing in solitude, peace and quiet, you name it, and at least here I was having some luck, look at this cute little one. My first catch, but definitely not the last one, I was hooked.

That night I fell asleep at the bar, I had no furniture, and no house on my lot yet, that must be the duty of the day tomorrow I thought before I fell asleep.