The Diary of the Greek: Entry 39 (Completed)

[11Snoopy16]

Day 74,
Maria is growing up too fast for my taste. She’s already learning to walk and talk and use the potty. She barely fits in her crib much anymore. She’s the most happy baby I’ve had! She’s always smiling and laughing at little things.





As for me, I’ve finished vol. 4 of the Greek Lover. I called up my boys, who are so much older now that they’re not even recognizable. My heart grows heavy knowing the day will come when they’ll die and I’ll still be living.



I’ve been trying to find the residency of the scientist. His lab was in the middle of a quarantine, but they assured me, he was not there.

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Day 77,
Something is wrong with Maria… she hasn’t been feeling well lately. I’ve called the doctors, but they said they couldn’t find anything wrong with her.



I’m sorry, I can’t write anymore. She’s coughing now and sweating profusely.

[11Snoopy16]

Day 79,
It was hard losing my family. It was hard watching my boys grow up and leave the house. It was even hard to hear my father apologize to me…

Maria is gone... she... she just stopped breathing this morning... I'm-I'm not sure what happened! The doctor said he couldn't find anything wrong with her, she was a healthy infant girl... just a stroke of bad luck, he said. A stroke of bad luck... real comforting to hear as a grieving father.



I’ve found where the scientist lives thank goodness, but a moment too late it seems. I’m going up there tonight to talk to him.

[11Snoopy16]

Day 80,
Theos is gone… he passed away this morning. I knew it was coming, but I’m just not sure why it happened so fast; even for an elderly man he was healthy.

I talked to the scientist yesterday. I’m not going to question the cages where he had three test subjects boxed up like lab rats. I was too infuriated by all that had happened to realize I had punched him in the nose. He apologized profusely about the death of my child and said that he knew something was wrong with the potion the minute he made it, but wasn’t allowed to dispose of it.



Whenever it touched anything living… the organism would soon wither away: plants, animals, humans… they all would catch a case of bad luck and eventually die.



“If I’m going to die anyways then, I don’t want to die knowing I did nothing to stop these things from happening to my family.”

“The only way to cure yourself is to have yourself a birthday party and enter the Elder stage of life. There’s no other way. The potion has ran its course through your body.”

“And this will cure me and my family?”

“Without a doubt.”

I raced home… and after having myself a party, with no family or friends… I entered the Elder stage.

[11Snoopy16]

Day 112,
It’s been a while since I’ve written… my son is still kicking, his children are doing great with their careers and my own great-grandchildren are in high school.



Everything went back to how they were supposed to be once I aged up...

I suppose it’s the end of my time though… as I feel the hand of death tapping on my shoulder. All this time, I’ve been too afraid to turn around and face him, but… now I think I’m ready…



It’s been a nice run, and I’ve learned a valuable lesson…



Sims are meant to die.

[11Snoopy16]

What a lovely, lovely story, wouldn't you say?

I guess old Giorgos learned a valuable lesson... you can't escape me...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Magz from Oz]

I've just stumbled across this amazing story Snoopy.  I cried at the death of Maria.    I feel for poor Giorgos.  But they do say "if something seems to good to be true, it probably is".  But I really do have a hard time letting my Sims die. 

[Trip]

I'm moving this to the Completed Stories board.