"To kill or not to kill? That is the question!"
Hey, this is Annie(speare) signing in! I'm an 18 year-old girl from Germany, part time student, full time simmer!

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"Say ‘cheese’, kids!” Pineapple tightened his grip around the camera and lowered it so he could look at his little son, who was posing with his best friend and shoot them a smile. Finally he was satisfied and held the camera up again, zoomed in and started taking pictures. While the camera made its familiar clicking noises, it seemed like an old friend to him.

Suddenly Confetti hugged his little friend Heaven tightly and Pineapple instinctively took another picture. One more tender moment was now saved forever.

When the two ran off and he started going through the pictures, he felt a warm hand touching him from behind and saw a finger pointing at his camera.

"Ohhh that’s cute! What do you think? They’re gonna end up together?" Ocean asked and he smiled hearing her voice.

"Oh come on, don’t you think it’s a bit early to judge? They’re only toddlers!"

"Well, WE were older when we met so we don’t know what it’s like, you have to admit that. But I think, if I had met you while I still was so small, I’d have fallen in love with you right away too."

"Oh, you think so?" Pineapple laughed at his wife’s loud thoughts and turned around to kiss her.

Wanted to do this earlier but I feared you guys would rip my head off so I’m doing it now.


But I have to move on. I have a kid that needs me, if I want or not. And the day comes where she calls me “daddy” for the first time and from that moment on I know I will protect her - especially since it has become hard to be a berry in a vanilla town and police and government has turned against us - and I will do everything to keep her alive. 
She is the one who will continue this line.

The end ~

But I have to move on. I have a kid that needs me, if I want or not. And the day comes where she calls me “daddy” for the first time and from that moment on I know I will protect her - especially since it has become hard to be a berry in a vanilla town and police and government has turned against us - and I will do everything to keep her alive.

She is the one who will continue this line.

The end ~


The funeral is hell. Till the end I feel like I’ll have to choke on all the guilt I feel, together with the feeling of grief that makes me more desperate than ever before. Except me, only my parents and my best friend are present, the others are already dead or have moved away. This is the first time I realize the lack of contact I have with my family.

I found a babysitter for Wish, so she doesn’t have to be there. She wouldn’t understand it anyway and just make a mess. While I stand in the snow alone and look at the grave of the love of my life, I know I’m ruined. Nothing will ever be the same…

The funeral is hell. Till the end I feel like I’ll have to choke on all the guilt I feel, together with the feeling of grief that makes me more desperate than ever before. Except me, only my parents and my best friend are present, the others are already dead or have moved away. This is the first time I realize the lack of contact I have with my family.

I found a babysitter for Wish, so she doesn’t have to be there. She wouldn’t understand it anyway and just make a mess. While I stand in the snow alone and look at the grave of the love of my life, I know I’m ruined. Nothing will ever be the same…


I massage my throbbing temples and start dialing a number on my phone. I’ve got a funeral to plan after all.

I massage my throbbing temples and start dialing a number on my phone. I’ve got a funeral to plan after all.


Wish, I whisper and hold her close. Immediately, she stops crying and I almost drop her again because I’m so surprised. 
I try to smile and feed her, I can’t think of anything else. I also change her diaper quickly, then I put her back into the crib, and she actually falls asleep again.

Wish, I whisper and hold her close. Immediately, she stops crying and I almost drop her again because I’m so surprised.

I try to smile and feed her, I can’t think of anything else. I also change her diaper quickly, then I put her back into the crib, and she actually falls asleep again.

The next morning, I wake up because the baby’s crying. Just now it dawns on me that this really happened. Sighing, I get up and lift her up, out of the crib. I realise that I’ve got no idea what to do now. I know about toddlers, but newborns…

I wish I could go back in time, just a year back, I wish…Now I’ve at least got a name for my baby: Wish. Just one word, that’s enough. Something that will always come to my mind when I look at her.


Having a baby was our biggest dream, and now I wish it had never been born. And suddenly I have guilt pangs, terrible guilt pangs. Wasn’t it me who wanted to try again, no matter what? Didn’t I set Heaven’s doubts at nought? 
Not the child’s to blame, I am, I alone. The baby only makes it worse! Every time I look at it, I’ll be reminded of how I killed my own wife. First my sister and now her. I’m a double murderer. My daughter will hate me. She can’t comfort me, she can’t help me. 
How am I supposed to live on?

Having a baby was our biggest dream, and now I wish it had never been born. And suddenly I have guilt pangs, terrible guilt pangs. Wasn’t it me who wanted to try again, no matter what? Didn’t I set Heaven’s doubts at nought?

Not the child’s to blame, I am, I alone. The baby only makes it worse! Every time I look at it, I’ll be reminded of how I killed my own wife. First my sister and now her. I’m a double murderer. My daughter will hate me. She can’t comfort me, she can’t help me.

How am I supposed to live on?