A New Heir
My mother came to visit. She rocked in the nursery for hours before finally going back to her grave.
I read the obituary of Arabella Archer in the paper this morning. She passed away at the age of 99.
Rob and I talked it over and have decided the next heir will be Brody. We feel that Brooklynn may put the family second when it comes to her goal of becoming a superstar. We need someone who can dedicate themselves to continuing the legacy that my mother, Precious Joy started.
Angelia: Brody, I have something to ask of you.
Brody: What is it?
Angelia: Nothing bad, just hear me out.
Brody: All right, what did you want to talk about?
Brody listened as I told him about how my mother started this family legacy from nothing and chose me to carry the torch forward. I explained that with each generation, a new heir would be chosen.
Angelia: Brody, I have chosen you to be the heir of the third generation. I am asking you to be the one to continue our legacy into the fourth generation..
Brody: Why did you choose me?
Angelia: You are always looking out for the family. You love people and animals alike. You are brave and wise beyond your years. Your father and I trust you to do what is right for the family.
Brody: Why not Brooklynn? She cares about this family just as much as I do.
Angelia: Brooklynn is a lot like your Uncle Ayce. She wants to chase fame, and unfortunately, I don’t think she will let anything get in her way, including her family.
Brody: I understand. If you feel like I would be the right choice, then I will do my best.
Angelia: That’s all I can ask. Your father and I are both confident you can do this.
Rob: Brody, we love you and wouldn’t ask this of you if we weren’t sure you could handle it.
Brody: Mom, Dad, thank you for trusting me with this. I won’t let you down.
Angelia: I know you won’t, Brody.
Brody: Mom, did you see my latest video game score? I’m in first place!
Angelia (chuckling): That’s great, Brody!
After our talk, Brody went outside to play in the sandbox. Let him be young for a while longer. The burden will be thrust upon him soon enough.
Carson seems to be the only person who can console Bonnie. She hides in her room and won’t see anyone else. Losing a mother has to be one of the worst things that can happen.
I am emotionally crushed writing this. My beloved Rob Phelps Forsythe is gone!
Despite still being in high school, Brody has stepped in to console us all. I can scarce go on, but I must. The family has suffered enough already.
I made the call, but Brody took care of the rest of the arrangements for the funeral tomorrow.
Sleep is evasive tonight, but I must try. Tomorrow will be hard on all of us.
The Legacy Report - Sims 3 by ~texansky~ 
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