*kikiriqui! kiKiRiQuI!*
"...?...???" That...that sounds like... hom-
"Alessandro! Ale? What are you still doing asleep? Do you plan to be late to school? Hurry up and go!"
"...mama?"
"Come, grab your eggs before you come back starving like always. My silly boy."
"Mama! I've-" Tears began to well up uncontrollably and poured down my face like a raging waterfall. "I've missed yo-"
"Ale."*tsk tsk* " Why do you always cry so easily and over nothing my love?" She wiped my face tenderly with her fingers looking helplessly at me. I tried to sniffle back tears clearly to no avail. But I'd do my best for my mother, she always wanted me to be her strong son.
"Darling, you know our boy is very sensitive. That's one of his many strengths. Kind, intelligent, hardworking, and sensitive. You tell him to man up, but you still make his eggs for breakfast. Hahaha, I bet you're a big part of the reason he hasn't fully spread his wings yet. He has to fend for himself one day. Then we'll see our boy turn into a man."
"Papa!"
"One day he'll grow into a man of his own. In a better place with more opportunities. An honest job, a beautiful home, a loving wife, and children as respectful as him."
It felt like a car screeched in the distance. A lump lodged itself in my throat. My...wife?
Oh. This is...another dream. Of course it is. When else would I get to smell the sweet orange zest on my mother's hands? Or the scent of freshly chopped wood mixed with sweat on my dad? ...Or forget about my broken family. The failure called my life. The commonplace betrayals that made me lose faith. In everything.
"I'll always love you Ali" lies. "Come baby, I'll never leave you." Lies. "You and me for life." LiEs. "You're the most beautiful sim I've ever met." LIES. STOP LYING ALREADY! You all find it so easy to rip me apart when I was only ever hanging on by a thread. What would you do if that final thread broke. But even in this, I think about you. Think about how it would affect you all if something happened to me. Hah.
The funny...no SAD thing is that I have NEVER run away from my promises and responsibilities. I do what I say I can, and I do- *sniffle* I do my best, even when it doesn't seem good enough. So since this is clearly a nightmare of all nightmares, I'm going something that I can only do in my dreams. RUN. Run without a destination in mind, run without listening to anybody and thinking about anything. Run until I can't think about doing anything else but catching my breath. And then do it all again.
Hah. Hah. haH. hAh. HAH. hA-*CoUgH-cOuGh* *COUGH-COUGH-COUGH* *CoU- "kuh!"
Then I woke up. I grabbed at my torn throat, hot tears searing my eyes. Though the burning and tingling in my throat at the moment was unbearable, it was SO much better than being asleep. *sigh* Another sleepless night, with far too much time to think.
I decided to write a dream from the point of view of Ali. Your podcast recently made me think more about him. And I realized that he actually is such a lovely sim that has been through quite a lot and has be messed with at every turn. One of the biggest things that I remembered was that his first job just sacked him. That was such a betrayal, and he found quite the safe haven in Emmy only for her to turn around and do the same thing. They use him for what they want and dump him once they've gotten it. And he's so kind that he just takes it and tries to move on. I bet he never guessed that his life would take so many left turns. He's been searching and searching for that right turn. And I'm sure he's already gotten desperate. Oh Ali~
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I REPENT!!! I'm sorry for everything I've done to this poor man. This was beautiful and oh so sad!!
And you're right! He's a lovely man! He just got dealt a bad hand.
Thank you so much for this!!!