Love My Sims

It’s Katelyn’s birthday, which should mean excitement and chocolate cake and the kind of happy chaos she usually thrives on. Instead, she wakes up furious at the world. Furious at her hair. Furious at her […continue reading]

Somewhere in the middle of all this — Tucker painting, Katelyn learning new words every day, Scarlet settling into the house like she’s always been here — I start to realize I’m tired of the […continue reading]

By the time Saturday rolls around, I’ve made myself a promise: no more than one infant or toddler at a time. Older kids, sure — if I have the space and the bandwidth. But no […continue reading]

The call about Grandpa Diego comes just after lunch, right when I’m trying to convince myself I can get through the rest of the day without falling apart. I knew it was coming — we […continue reading]

The promotion to Futures Trader comes with a different kind of weight. Not heavy — just solid. Settled. It marks the official beginning of the Investor track, the path I’ve been working toward since the […continue reading]

The day moves faster than I expect. One moment I’m settling into my new desk, trying to remember everyone’s names, and the next I’m being called into the manager’s office for a “quick chat” that […continue reading]

By the time I’ve dried off and changed into clean clothes, the sun is starting to dip behind the rocks. The house feels warm in that late‑afternoon way, the kind of warmth that settles into […continue reading]

My name’s Luc now. Not Lucian — that was the version of me who lived in the dark and couldn’t step outside without smelling like burnt toast. Luc is different. Luc is human. Luc is […continue reading]