Mommy called and suggested we go to the Humor and Hijinks festival. She sounded jovial on the phone, so I thought she was merely looking for fun. She was never the type of sim to enjoy staying home, and old age hadn’t changed that. However, when we settled at a table, I saw something distracted her. Today must have been a bad day, and I hated seeing her that way. Sometimes I still think about moving back home so she won’t be alone, but I know she’d veto it before the words even left my mouth. I think we could live together. She hovered a lot when I was a child, but I’m grown now. I think she would respect my privacy. But she’ll always be my mother, so some level of annoyance is required.
But in Amina Pope fashion, she didn’t stay down for long. We joined the Jokesters, of course, and she cracked jokes and made funny faces right along with me. I swear our team won based on our shenanigans alone.
Though it was a very fun night, she still worried me. Her grief is different from mine and will take longer to heal–if healing is even possible. Losing parents is a part of life, though I lost him too soon. I was always going to lose him, but Mommy should still have her husband. He was just so much older than us. I’m going to marry someone my own age so we can grow old together and have a full life. I hate knowing she’s home alone with Daddy’s urn, and I told her she could stay with me anytime. She only said, “You’re sweet.” I knew she wouldn’t accept, but I just wanted her to know she was welcome.
