Today is the worse day of my life. I was about to get into the shower when Mommy called. Daddy passed away! I just saw him the other day. We laughed, danced, and double teamed my mom like we usually did. I couldn’t believe it. Gone? Forever? So soon? It didn’t feel real. Like, I heard what she said, but I didn’t understand.
I had to talk to Shiloh. I know she’s a dog and doesn’t understand what I’m saying, but she liked my dad and needed to know. I swear sometimes, the way she reacts, she knows exactly what I’m saying.
After my shower, we left for Sulani. I had to make sure Mommy was ok, not that I was in any better shape. Honestly? I needed her. Maybe I’ll stay for a few days and get my head straight. I expected to find Mommy still in her pajamas and sprawled out on the floor. Instead, she was dressed in a bathing suit, preparing to take a dip in the pool. She grinned real big when she saw us approaching and gave me the hug I needed.
I changed my clothes and joined her in the pool. She asked how things were and if I had hung out with my friends. I gave short, non-committal answers because that’s all I had the energy for. She took up the slack and went on and on about her clients and business. Her style trends caught on quite well, and everywhere she went at least two or three sims had on her outfits. I was so confused. She just lost her husband. How is she able to have small talk right now? I can barely hear what she’s saying with all the memories of Daddy zipping across my brain.
We went inside and changed back into our clothes for lunch. I probably needed to eat, but I wasn’t hungry. She kept asking if I wanted various snacks because “it’s your favorite.” I don’t want food! I want my daddy back!!
I didn’t appreciate her pretending like everything was fine. I thought it was borderline disrespectful because it almost felt like she forgot him already. Like she moved on too quickly. Why isn’t she sad?? I asked her mid-sentence because I couldn’t take anymore small talk. If she offered me one more piece of food, I swear I’d throw it back in her face. My question took her by surprise. She blinked a few times and parted her mouth as if to weigh her words.
“I am sad,” she said.
Daddy’s passing devastated her, but she wasn’t ready to deal with those feelings yet. Knowing I would come, she wanted to be strong for me. She’ll deal with her feelings after she knew I was ok. How does she do that? I don’t understand how it’s possible to take such powerful emotions and swallow them. My mom is amazing, and I hope she deposited all that magic in me. She told me to stay as long as I liked and went to work. Wow. I feel like I should have insisted she stay with me, but maybe I should try to be like her.
