Date: 29 October 2012, 19:17 GMT +1:00
Subject: Please come back home
My dearest sister,
More than a year has passed since I last saw you and I don’t have a clue if you still check this e-mail address. You were never that much into computers and I can totally understand you. In a house as ours – or at least in a house as ours used to be – filled with eight people, three of them being younger siblings, it wasn’t that easy to find time to fool around in the internet. Therefore I can only hope… hope you’re up and well, hope you receive this message, hope you’ll accept what I’m about to ask.
I need you to come back. I need you to come home. Much has change since the night of your departure. The sad night of your departure and the last birthday we’ve celebrated together. The unbearable night of our rushed ripening in the face of our beloved mother’s grave. You shouldn’t have left. No one ever blamed you for what happened to her but yourself.
When I got to the master suite’s bathroom and saw her lying in the floor, she looked peaceful. I can imagine the shock it was to you to be the one to find her, specially because of the arguments that were happening then, but it wasn’t easy to me either. But she was 91 Simdays old! Even though I’d like to have her here to see how grown up the boys are, how creative Renzo and Maximiliano have turn out to be, how diligent and hard worker Tomas is…
I miss her so much. I miss daddy so much. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it before – Sunset Valley Times published a small piece about his career on the occasion of his death and we’ve also put a mass note on both the Times and The Sims Standard. If you haven’t, I’m sorry for being the holder of such horrid news.
He was so heartbroken when he lost mum and you on the same week. He launched himself on a tremendous house renovation; naively expecting you two to come home. You didn’t. Mum couldn’t. And he didn’t live long enough to see his project finished. He died before we finished what it’s supposed to be your apartment. You see, now all of us have our own house: I live to the left of a semi-detached house in the center of the estate and Renzo, Tomas and Maximiliano share a small guest house in the back of Summer Hill 15.
During the renovation, we happened to found a journal. Mum’s journal. I was much surprised because I never saw her writing on it, but she kept private notes since she moved to Sunset Valley. It was hidden below the old studio’s roof – the last part of our original house to be demolished, since all of us were so attached to it as it was the only reminiscence of mum’s youth. We eventually turned it down to gather money to finish the renovations and then…
I’m still reading it, but I already know that: you need to come home. Our mum planned – and delayed for years – to have a serious conversation with us both. She wanted us to agree that at least one of us would stay here, taking care of the estate and the boys. Like a heir. It seems she had a long list of duties and ceremonies on her mind, but as far as I’ve gone into her private notes, she doesn’t really give details about these duties and ceremonies and neither which one of us should carry on the Paon tradition.
If you were still a hot-blooded teenager, I know you would probably say “You’re living in the mansion already. Do as you please”. But you’re not. As I’m no longer so sure of myself. I’m lost, Antonia. Sometimes I find myself talking out loud to the walls and I don’t even know what I was saying. And that’s why I need you. I need you to come here and help me figure out what the Paons are going to do next.
I won’t extend this e-mail any longer. It already looks more like a letter than anything. Please write me back as soon as possible.
Sent from Sunset Valley, SimWorld
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