A visit home is not complete without a little dance party. My stomach felt better, so I went inside and turned up the stereo. But I still had Daddy on the brain, and, that particular afternoon, dancing was not fun. I could usually shake most moods with a little Pump Pop or Jimmy Leg, but no amount of One, Two Steppin’ would erase my daddy’s absence. Still, I tried.
Mommy shimmied over to me, grinning, and hip bumping me. She linked her arm around mine and said, “Can I have this dance?” It was such a silly thing, but it made me smile. I swear, she is the best sim in the world.
