Family Ties | Galdos fam.
Published Aug 16, 2008

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"Well, looks like this is it," said Marietta to herself. Amelia, her baby girl, looked at her with a hungry look in her eyes.

"Mommy..." she beggan.

"I know, sweetie, it's past lunch time. We'll get some milk for you in no time, sugar, I promise." And after saying so, she put her youngest daughter on the floor and headed towards their new home, at Sea Breeze Appartments.

"Well, looks like this is it," said Marietta to herself. Amelia, her baby girl, looked at her with a hungry look in her eyes.

"Mommy..." she beggan.

"I know, sweetie, it's past lunch time. We'll get some milk for you in no time, sugar, I promise." And after saying so, she put her youngest daughter on the floor and headed towards their new home, at Sea Breeze Appartments.
Violet, her eldest, looked around in dismay. It was way too much. She just couldn't understand the whole thing yet. Way too many things for a kid who was only 8. She remembered what her mom had said to her before leaving their old house, but she still couldn't understand it. It had to do with her father deciding to have another family. Or, to be truthful to what had happened, to already have another family of his own. With another wife. And more kids. She couldn't understand all of it, she just knew her mom had said they wouldn't live there anymore. Violet remembered the whole process, a really hard time with no real understanding from either her parents or her friends, who couldn't understand it better than her. So, after that terrible time, they had left their beautiful house, with all their stuff in it, for her mom was quite addamant: they wouldn't take anything with them, they'd survive on their own.

And, as one of her ex-husband's kids was the same age as Amelia, Marietta had decided she'd work to change their lastnames to what they used to be on the first place. The judge had given her the full custody of her kids, ordering Don never to approach the girls. That was hard for him, but it was better for the girls. Amelia was too young. She'd probably forget soon. And Violet... well, she was already way too hurt to desire being close to her daddy.
That's how they had ended moving to a place called Gleacy, a small city by the sea shore. Nearly all her money had gone in the trip, but she had already picked an appartment via Internet and payed a month in advance. She hoped she could get a job and some help soon.

Don had tried to give her some money, but she refused. She was way too proud to take it, and, even though she would have been able to keep her old house, she had turned it down. She wanted to start afresh, with her kids, in a new place. And with her real name. And the kids' real names.
The appartment, once she got to see it, was awful. It was but a small room with few things around, just the basic mobiliary every house needs. There were two beds, in a small bedroom, a table, a patio plastic chair, one counter, a battered fridge, a stove and a sofa in the most terrible condition.

The walls weren't even painted, and the floor was plain cement. She was horrorized. Keep her daughters there?! Out of the question.

Just then, she put her hands in her pocket, as she used to, and let out a sigh, putting the hand back out. There were only a few simoleons left. She would have to accept the reality: that was all she could afford at the moment.
Not an hour had passed when someone rang the bell. It was a young brown haired woman.
"Hi!" she said. "My name is Margaret Brandon! I'm your neighbor, I live next door, on the number 1. I just wanted to welcome you to the appartments. This is a nice place, though it can be a little hard to get used to it."

"Oh, thanks! My name is Marietta Loth... er... Salinas. I used to be Marietta Lothario, that was my ex husband's name, but anyway, it's nice of you to have come!"

"Oh, no problem. I'm glad I got to meet you. Do you live on your own?"

"No, I have two little kids. Violet, the oldest, is 8. And Amy, the youngest, is only 3."

"Wow! And how are you fitting into that appartment?! I mean, no offense, but you may already have seen that our landlord doesn't really care about giving fair space for the cost of this."

Marietta laughed. "Yes, I've seen it. I still don't know how we'll manage, but I'm sure we'll find a way. And what about you? Do you live on your own?"

"Yes, I do. I work in a music store the whole day. It's great. And I'm too young to have someone around. I have other stuff to do."
"Oh, I see..."

"Why are you moving here? You are not from Gleacy, are you? Because you don't look like one, if you don't mind my saying that..."

"Oh, no, it's ok. You're righ. I'm from Pleasantview."

"Pleasantview?! WOW! I've always wanted to see that place! Why move over here, if you were in the most prosperous place in the country?"

"Oh, well... it's not really that nice. You see, my husband cheated on me. Looks like it's in his genes to do so... His father was a flirter too, but I thought he'd be different. It all went down when I found out that he had two kids, a girl about Amelia's age and a newborn baby, so, when he said he really didn't see why we should lie to each other like this, I took his word and broke up."
"Just imagine! After all those years together... he turns out to have another family with someone else! I was so angry..."

"OH! I'm sorry! I just can't imagine all that! How low of him! I'm really sorry, Marietta. Now I understand. Your ex husband is Don Lothario, by any chance?"

"Yes, it is. Do you know him?!"

"No, I don't," answered Margaret with the most sincere expression. "But he's been on The Gleacy Informer pretty often... He sounds like a scoundrel to me, if you don't mind my saying it."

Marietta laughed hard. Margaret had just said what she was thinking ever since the whole thing had turned out.
"I know!!!!!!!! But anyway, luckily for me I remembered that my mom had told us once about a relative of hers, a rich sim that had gotten all the family money thanks to my great great grandfather. So... I decided to give it a try. According to mom, my great grandmother was supposed to inherit all the money, not my relative. So... I decided to ask for some help. I'm not sure if I'll get it, but I'll try to contact the Galdos family anyway." "Galdos! You said Galdos?!"

"Yes, why?"

"They live right across the street, on that big adobe house. I'm sure they'll help you. And you're really lucky, that's a great family for your kids. They're one of the most friendly families in town, and participate in lots of things. They also have the most beautiful shop, a toy shop, the best in the whole city."
"You really think so? I do hope so! My kids need a family desperately. This hit them way too hard. And I need a family too. This whole thing was horrid."

"I can imagine... Well, anyway, if they don't help you and you have to stay here for a while, there are some things you need to know and some places that your kids will certainly enjoy."
"Even if you're low on funds, you'll be able to get some fun for them. We have a little park in front of the building," said Margaret. "Your kids will love it. It's not too big, but it's more than enough for children, they'll love it!" "And, fortunately enough, the public beach is but a few steps away. You can take them on a picnic, so they don't have to see this horrid place way too much..."

"You're right about "horrid"," laughed Marietta.

"I know!" joined Margaret. "The landlord believes that just because he is the landlord, he can keep this in a horrid state. And you're lucky, you know? You should see my appartment. Or Jaime's."


"Oh, yeah, he lives in number 7, just on the other side of the wall from Helene Ewin. Oh, and about Helene... You know, that woman's scary, believe me. Never get too close to her. That brings us to the other thing I wanted you to know..."
"Why not?"

"Well, because she's quite cold and nasty. She's not friendly with anyone, has a tendency to yell at us if we make but a little noise after 10.00 PM, it's out on strange hours and it's the only person on the building that the landlord has given any comfort. She's got a great little appartment. A big bathroom, with a real tub, a good bed, a computer, nice painting on the walls... even the floor isn't cement, like ours. And all that was payed by the landlord himself."

"Maybe she's his..."

"Girl? No way. He never comes to the building and he never goes that up to be with her. And she never speaks to him, either. She goes this down, pays him in silence, gives him a cold glare and goes back upstairs." She sighed.
"Anyway, we might never know who is she and what she's up to. Let's see, I've talked you about Jaime, Helene and you already know me, so that only lefts John Turnbull for you to meet. He lives in number 4, is a gamer, not fit at all, wears glasses and has blonde hair. You won't miss him." At that moment, a black haired man came out from the elevator. Marietta couldn't help to notice he had cold blue eyes, cold and yet... beautiful eyes. But he didn't even say hello, or something. He went straight, as if he hadn't noticed them.

"Who's that?" she asked Maggie, when she considered the man was far enough from them.
"That's Jaime Aranguren, remember I told you a little about him? He's a journalist. And a brave one, in my opinion, because he's blind and yet he writes for The Gleacy Informer and lives in this place. You have to be a hero to do both things..."

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#4maryashAug 17, 2008

i really like this, very descriptive and great storyline

#5finsgirlieAug 18, 2008

i like where this is heading, cant wait to read more!! \:rah\:

#6alicia7tommyAug 18, 2008

\:D Great, now keep going.!\:P

#7whitmartinezAug 18, 2008

\:rah\: Good story can't wait to see what's next.

#8spacemouseAug 21, 2008

Very nice story, thanks for sharing! \:\)

#9Carmen-Electra Aug 24, 2008

Wow I like that story it's really nice and has a great apartment lot. can't wait to read more of the family ties

#10tiffanydenise69Aug 26, 2008

so glad u added another part loved this story cant wait for more\:rah\:

#11Lear01639Sep 9, 2008

that was such a good storie good i ment EXLENT \:D \:D

#12denishaclayNov 12, 2008

so glad u added another part loved this story cant wait for more\:wub\:

#13martoeleDec 5, 2009

This part is in my opinion the best so far. More detailed and not so rushy. \:rah\: \:rah\:

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