After visiting with the Murillos, we return home, change into our pajamas, and settle in for the evening. I’m sitting in the living room when Tami comes in to join me. Wade: What’s up with you putting me on the spot about the horse today? She sits down next to…
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Are you interested in how the family’s visit with Luca, Desiree, and Sophia went? Check out my collaboration with fellow simmer and legacy writer StoriesByJes2G to find out. You’ll find the links to her website below. Team Murillo: Luca, Sophia, and Desiree work together to prepare for the Banks family…
It’s after midnight when we finally head to bed. Before we do, I mention to Maia that Luca and Sophia invited us to a barbeque at their house later that day. Wade: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. We can cancel if you’re not feeling up to it. I’m…
The house is empty when I return from my jog. Maia didn’t say she was leaving or tell me where she was going, so I’m concerned-hoping she’s okay. It’s just me and Tami when Tami arrives home from school. Tambara: Can you teach me how to ride my bike, Daddy?…
Tami has school, so we leave Chestnut Ridge early the following day and return home just before sunrise. Everyone seems to be happy to be back. But I’m thrilled because after selling the fruit from the money tree, I realize I’ve completed my aspiration, and I’m now fabulously wealthy! Not…
Dad and I decide to take Tami into the Banks Family Mausoleum. She looks around at all the pictures on the wall. Tambara: Pop-Pop, who are all these people? Kai: These are your people—your great and great-great-grandparents. Tambara: Great, like superheroes? Kai: *smiles* They were, in my opinion. But, they…
Hiro has me up and out of the house first thing in the morning, just as the first of many snow flurries falls. Stepping one foot out the door into the bone-chilling mountain air is enough to remind me how much I hate the snow. Meanwhile, back at the house……
Xavier joins us as we return to the rental, which seems to have put an extra spark of joy on Maia’s face. I guess it’s her way of making up for Clyde’s absence. Either way, she’s smiling, and I love to see it. While she gets started on dinner, I…
Maia agrees and we arrive in the New Appaloosa neighborhood to see a few horse competitions. But regret slaps me in the face as soon as I approach the doors of the Equestrian Center, as the scent of moist hay mixed with horse manure snatches me back to my days…
It’s the morning of Winterfest, and I wake up to see Maia slumped over and sitting on the side of the bed. My first instinct is to ask her how she’s doing, but the answer is in her body language. She’s still trying to hold it together, and there’s not…