There was an odd ghost appearance last night. We believe it was Elbert, but we didn’t get to talk. All he really did was eat some Mac and cheese.
The children and I all aged up today. I decided that Hans was going to be my heir.
“You know, you’re going to be the heir. You’re going to stay here, get a wife, and then have kiddos. Got it?” I looked at him.
Hans made a face, and looked at his waffles, “I don’t want a romance life, Ma. No offense, but you’d probably be better choosing Eric.”
“Sweetheart, we both know Eric doesn’t like kids now,” I pointed out.
Hans groaned, “Why me? Why can’t it be one of my siblings?”
“Because you need something to have as your legacy. You know this. You can’t just make potions all day long, and don’t think I hadn’t noticed.”
Once Hans became a young adult, he decided he was going to be a Master Potion Maker, and he got an alchemy station.
I was worried about him, but I knew I didn’t have much time left.
I was at work when it happened. Mom was alone in the house, and I felt horrible about it. Seeing her grave, after coming home, I decided that I WAS going to honor my mom’s wishes. I would find a girl and have plenty of children with her. I’m sure 8 would suffice.
Rest in Peace
Rose Ann Clearwater
Mother, Wife, and Military Woman