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Can we make a U-Turn?

September 22, 2010

Life in the fast lane seemed to be heading in the right direction for Randi and Shark. Although parenthood had certainly taken its toll on their career efforts, now that the twins, Guppi and Goldi, were school age, Randi and Shark felt their plans could get back on course. Sure, there was the new baby to think of, but after handling twins, they were confident that one infant would be easy to handle.

When the time came for Randi to deliver, they left the twins at home. The girls were used to being on their own, and spent most of their time independent from their parents due to Randi and Shark’s busy work schedules.

Once again, Randi insisted that she drive tot he hospital. “After all,” she said, “I’m a pro at this. I am an expert driver, and I’ve already given birth to twins.” Shark knew better than to argue with her.

The delivery went well, and Randi gave birth to a little boy that they named Hammer. They piled back in to Bait and headed home. As soon as they parked in the driveway, Shark sense something was wrong. Why were there no lights on in the house? The twins should be home from school and doing their homework.

That’s when they noticed a strange man coming down the steps of their house. He introduced himself as the county social worker. Goldi and Guppi’s school teacher had informed the county that the girls were frequently left home alone, and that they received minimal support and interaction from their parents. As a result, the girls were being placed in the state’s custody. Shark and Randi were horrified and pleaded with the social worker to reconsider, to no avail.

The days that followed were very difficult from the Vitesse family. Although Randi and Shark were excited about their newborn son, they were heartbroken that the twins were not at home. They made a pledge to improve their relationships with the girls during the state-approved visitations.

The girls missed home too, but their parents promised to improve thier committment to their family and cut back on their work hours in order to eventually regain custody of the girls.

It was during that time that Randi made the hardest decision of her life: she woudl abandon her SIMCAR ambition until after all three of her children were grown adults.

In the days that followed, Randi and Shark were devoted parents.

In addition to ensuring that he always did his homework, they made sure that he got plenty of exercise.

They also made sure that the girls came to visit frequently and even had them celebrate their birthdays at home.

Before long, they had developed into lovely young ladies.

In fact, everyone commented on how much the girls, although not identical, both resembled their mother.

However, unbeknownst to Randi, it was her son, Hammer, who was most like her.

In secret, Shark had been teaching Hammer everything he knew about cars – which wasn’t much. But Shark knew that Randi had sacrificed her love of cars for her children, and Shark hoped that one day Hammer would be able to repay his mother for all that she had done for the family.

One Saturday, under the guise of attending a music event, Shark took Hammer to the local speedway for a SIMCAR race. Hammer loved it, and as they left the stadium, he turned to his father and asked, “Dad, do you think that someday I could become a SIMCAR racer?”

2 Comments leave one →
  1. seaweedy permalink
    September 23, 2010 1:15 pm

    Wow, what a shock to have the social worker arrive. I am glad they are still able to see the girls.

  2. September 23, 2010 3:18 pm

    @seaweedy: Yes, it was the first time that I had ever had the social worker arrive when playing TS3 (I had it happen a few times with infants during TS1). I was a bit annoyed. But I think this is the best. If I can get the girls to move back in (at least for a while) when they are adults, that would be cool. If not, I was planning on having the son be the heir anyway; he’s the only child with the “vehicle enthusiast” trait like his mother.

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