Rose 2.77: Perspective

A/N: I couldn't decide.

So, I went to random.org and rolled two dice.

1-6 = Camilla is heir

7-12 = Arlen is heir

I rolled... 8! Arlen is heir!
It really makes more sense for him to be heir anyway, given the profession that was rolled.

Now... who is the "help"?
Camilla is beautiful, but Stefan is a ROBLES! Trust me.

Sadly... I will have to let Camilla go. I'll be sure to save her .sim file and put it up for download.

Generation Three Heir

Arlen Robles

Brave, Workaholic, Inappropriate, Evil
Fairy

The "Help"

Stefan Robles

Genius, virtuoso (plan on choosing 'good' if I get the chance)
Human

(I'd like to put an adult or even teen pic here, but I don't want to ruin too much of the surprise.)

As I've mentioned, with my redhead rule, the heir has to be a redhead. I don't know what I'll do if these guys don't produce a redhead for gen 4. The number of kids I rolled is one of the higher ones, though, and I don't think there is any rule saying I can't have more than the number of rolled children. So, their ladies might keep popping out babies until I get one LOL!

One thing, though: The heir doesn't have to come from Arlen! IF he produces a redhead BEFORE the rolled number of children reached, then I could move the story so that Stefan can have kids too, and IF one of Stefan's children is a redhead, that child could be heir.

It's actually kind of exciting to see what happens!

Now, on with the story....

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Arlen Robles

     My family is so pathetic. Nonna sleeps all the time. Mama can't stop cleaning. My sister Camilla is an airhead. Stefan is a weak baby. Lorenzo left us. And Papa... Papa is a walking disaster.

     Do you like how I'm totally breaking the fourth wall here? Cool, huh? I'm not stupid. I know exist in a story. But you know what? It's going to be MY story. I'm not going to pretend I don't really know what's going on.

     Back to my Papa: Oh, I've heard all about his 'escapades' a few years back. In fact, that's how come all four of us have different mothers. I know what I am: I'm a product of a one-night stand. 

     Wait... when you think about it... Papa being a disaster is actually okay! I mean, he 'made it' with four women! Two witches, a fairy, and a human! He makes being a walking disaster look good. Maybe he's the least pathetic of all of them, but as he was hugging on Lorenzo before he left us, he looked like a wuss.

    This shouldn't be a still photograph. It really should be a movie so everyone can see my sweet dance moves. You're missing out, trust me. Your loss.

     It's the full moon tonight. I like the moon, and...

     Holy plumbob! That's a ghost!

     "You must be my son's new wife," it says.

     THAT'S Nonna's dead husband? That makes him my Nonno.

     He's standing there talking to Mama. Why isn't he talking to me?! I'm his grandson! I'm important!

     Nonna comes dashing out of her room, throws her arms around the ghost, kisses him, apologizes to Mama, and does her best to 'pull' the ghost into her room. Mama giggles.

     She turns to me. "That was your grandfather."

     I give her a look. "Duh."

     She just smiles and walks up the stairs to check on my baby brother.

     I know she's not my REAL mama. I mean... look at me. I'm a plumbing fairy for plum's sake. I was actually bummed when it finally hit me that she couldn't be my real mama. But... Mama has been here for as long as I can remember.

     "It's your night to do the dishes," she tells me.

     "I don't want to." She likes to do household stuff. Why doesn't she just do them and quit pestering me?

     "I didn't ask you if you wanted to do them."

     "What is this? You're sounding like the wicked step-mother from Cinderella. Why do I have to do the dishes?!" I am going to do whatever it takes to keep from doing the dishes. It shouldn't be my job to do them!

     "Arlen..."

     I fold my arms. "You can't tell me what to do. And unlike Cinderella, I don't have to wait for my own fairy godmother!"

     Being a fairy has gotten way cool since becoming a teenager. I can do some neat tricks. I throw one on her now.

     "Arlen!" she gasps and starts shivering.

     I laugh. That was fun! "You're not even my real mom. You can't tell me what to do." That ought to put her in her place.

     "Arlen! You don't do that to people, do you understand me?!"

     "Whoa! Chill, okay?" She is taking this WAY too harshly.

     "And what do you mean I'm not 'really' your mother?" She sounds hurt. "Just because I didn't give birth to you doesn't mean that..."

     She can't finish it, and a strange feeling starts inside me. I don't like it.

     Papa speaks. "She is your mother more than any other woman in the world, even more than your Nonna. She has loved you and cared for you, and you shouldn't speak to her in this way." He puts down his paints and stares at me through his sunglasses.

    Mama looks at me, waiting for me to say something. I won't apologize. She can't tell me what to do. I am a teen now. It isn't like she can put me into a time out. I give her a hard look. Her own resolve cracks, and she brushes past me into the greenhouse.

     I won! My spirit lifts.

     Mama makes a quiet sob sound, and I hear her feet start running for the other door. She's going to go cry in the little house because she lost and I won.

     Uh oh. Papa looks like he'd like to pound me into the floor. His jaw is clenched, and his movements are stiff as he walks toward me. If I have to, I can turn into a little speck, making him unable to get me.

     I ready myself to turn into a speck the second he moves to strike.

     "Shauna is your mother."

     "Oh, please! Anybody could tell she's not. I mean just look at us!" I won't surrender.

     "She is the only mother you have ever known."

     "Where's my real mom? You know. The one who gave birth to me. Where is she?" I have a right to ask that question, don't I?

     "The fairy woman who gave birth to you said she didn't have time for a child in her life. She didn't want you. Shauna did. She loves you as if you were hers by blood, and the way you treated her just now was terrible."

     I get angry. My mother didn't want me? I'd always sorta pictured that Papa and the other woman fought over me with Papa winning. I'd always thought that she was out there somewhere, wishing she could know me, perhaps waiting until I grew up enough and then coming to find me. Now, I find out she merely just dumped me on Papa.

     "Arlen..." Papa tries to intrude upon my thoughts. "I never wanted to tell you this, but you need some perspective."

     "Perspective?" I choke out. "You're saying I should be grateful that you and 'Mama' are so kind to take in the stray?" I don't like this pain in my chest area. "Why not just drop me off at the nearest orphanage?"

     "Because you are my son, Arlen. I could never do that. How could you think I could do that? I was furious with Abbie when she-"

     "Her name is Abbie?" I quickly interrupt, and Papa bites his lip.

     He regains himself, knowing he made a mistake but pushing ahead anyway. "The name of the mother that matters is Shauna. She loves you. You have hurt her down to her heart. She asked you to do a simple chore, and you speak to her like she's dirt under your feet. Now, you will do two things. One: You will apologize to her and mean it. Two: You will do the dishes as she asked."

    "Fine," I say in an ordinary way. It no longer matters to me that Mama asked me to do the dishes. My mind is actively thinking about something else now.

    I apologize to Mama and let her hug me while she cries. I even hug her back some. After all, what Papa said is true: Mama has always been here for me. It's this Abbie person...

     I will find this Abbie person, and I will make her pay.

     It's not that I wish she'd never given me up. Mama is probably ten times the mother this Abbie person could've ever been, but it's the principle of the thing.

     No one will tell me anything other than she was in Monte Vista for a short time and only came back long enough to give me to Papa before disappearing again. I can't even find out her last name. Papa wanted to hide it from the press.

     I am more patient than the press. After all, I will have a very long life. Our paths will cross again, and I'll be ready when they do.

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