Gardener's Dream - Chapter 25
Published Aug 28, 2010

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Now you might think that the writer has made a slight mistake with the cover pic, that young woman certainly isn't Broccoli Garden, but alas, there is no mistake. The young woman is Cherry Garden, all grown-up.

Cherry sighed. She remembered...

Now you might think that the writer has made a slight mistake with the cover pic, that young woman certainly isn't Broccoli Garden, but alas, there is no mistake. The young woman is Cherry Garden, all grown-up.

Cherry sighed. She remembered...
... the last time she donated everything to the charity. It was her birthday and she donated every single simolean she got from her uncles and aunts to the local charity. She had been born rich, her family had more money than anyone could imagine so why wouldn't she give something to those who weren't as well-off as she was? Cherry remembered her father working hard. There was no evening when Broccoli Garden wouldn't sit in the kitchen, working on the case he had worked for decades already.

Not that Cherry knew what the case was about... Not until years later...
Cherry remembered her old bedroom, her huge double bed, how her mother would bring her evening tea and kiss her good-night.

Life had been so happy then.
Cherry remembered sitting on her father's place and borrowing his computer. Belle Garden would always say that those two were so alike, always working either on school or on a case. But Broccoli and Cherry had never been that alike.

Cherry smiled sadly as she remembered. To her, working and school were a passion but to her father solving that case had been an obsession... If only he hadn't.. But it was too late now, there were too many 'if's.
Cherry remembered her first day in school. The Garden Valley's public school was a huge yellow brick-building and Cherry had liked it immediately. Well, nowadays she would admit she was terribly scared at first but then she had been absorbed in the world of learning.

The only thing she had hated about going to school was...
... was leaving her little sister Cauliflower at home.

The memory of Cauliflower brought tears to Cherry's eyes.

She remembered the little girl, they had been such good friends, more than sisters usually are. Every day after school and doing her homework, Cherry would run upstairs to hug her little sister and give her a big kiss.
Cherry remembered how she would play with Cauliflower before going to bed. Cauliflower loved playing with Cherry, she always giggled endlessly at the silliest things Cherry did. Cherry remembered how she had adored her little sister. She had been the most important sim in her life.

Until everything had changed. But no... Her parents wouldn't like her to look back, they would tell her to carry on with her life...
Cherry remembered her parents, Broccoli and Belle. Even after years and years of marriage they had been like they had been married the day before. Belle would always complain about Broccoli finishing his meals too quickly and then Broccoli would complain that Belle ate hardly anything, she was way too skinny. And after all that little bickering they would kiss and retire to their bedroom.

Cherry smiled. Back then she had believed that mum and dad just wanted to have a pillow-fight.
Cherry remembered how her mother would take care of the huge garden till the sun was down and moon shining brightly. Belle had told Cherry that it had been her grand-father Asparagus' garden and one day Cherry would be big enough to take care of it.

Yes, one day, when she would be big enough. Now Cherry was big enough but there was no garden to care of.
Cherry remembered her cousins, Cranberry and Kennet, her uncle Black Salsify's kids. Or not kids, Cranberry was years older than Cherry but she had never known her that well. Nor had she known Kennet as he had been too young to catch Cherry's interest.
But Cherry's mother had known Cherry's cousins very well, she had visited Uncle Black Salsify and Aunt Belle frequently as she and Aunt Belle had been best friends.
Cherry remembered that despite of her Uncles and Aunts being a bit distant, she had always been very close to her own parents. Even when they had been busy and tired they had always found time to eat breakfast with her.

Cherry sighed. She had loved those moments so much.
Cherry remembered how quickly the years had passed. Her mother had gotten older, Cauliflower had gotten older, but it had been hard to keep track of all that as there had never been any birthday parties.

If they only had stick to that tradition...
Cherry remembered the day when Cauliflower had started school. The teachers who had adored little hard-working Cherry had never quite liked little Cauliflower because instead of being a working hard on her homework, Cauliflower worked hard on making friends, usually during the lesson. Cherry remembered very well how popular Cauliflower had been. She would often invite friends over and all the boys on her class had a huge crush on her. Cauliflower had been so active, so ready to run and jump and play and she would win every single little boy in any sport.
But Cauliflower had never been much of a jock. She had been more artistic, so free-spirited that all the teachers would call her 'the little hippie'.
Cherry remembered how very alike her mother and Cauliflower had been. And not just because of the painting hobby they shared. In fact, everyone else in the family loved painting, except Cherry. She had never time to paint, she was too busy working on her essays or improving the life of the neighborhood cockroaches.

Too bad Belle hadn't liked that particular campaign. Instead of letting the poor cockroaches stay, she had called the men in black to get rid of them.
Cherry remembered her birthday. As usually, she had had no real party but at least she had been allowed to spend the day with her best friend. That day was spent in the local library, helping the community to stack the books in the shelves in the color order. Cherry remembered the clothes she had gotten from her parents for her birthday. They were pink, as everyone in the Garden Valley knew that Cherry Garden adored pink. And when Cherry had heard that Belle had ordered them from her home village, Champs les Sims, she had developed a huge interest in France. Cherry remembered how she had been allowed to go to Champs les Sims all by herself for her 18th birthday. During her high-school years Cherry had studied French with the aid of all the three Belles.

Champs les Sims had been so beautiful and thrilling, from the very first moment.
Cherry remembered the moon over the beautiful French countryside and the nectary where she was staying.

Everything had seemed so calm and still, like nothing bad would ever happen to anyone in the entire world.
Cherry remembered the reason why she had chosen to spend her first night in France at the nectary. The room and the bed where she had slept in were the very same her grandparents Asparagus and Adaeze had stayed in. It had been a bit odd at first but finally the tiredness had won. Cherry remembered her dreams of future. How naive she had been only a week ago, thinking that life would always be as sweet and peaceful as the sunny French countryside. What Cherry remembered very well, was the phone call she had received one morning from her father's colleague.

"Miss Cherry Garden?"

Cherry could still feel her heart skip a few beats because of the broken tone of the officer.
"I'm so sorry to tell you this by phone, but something terrible has happened..."

Something had broken inside Cherry that very moment.

"Obviously there was a fire in your house..."
"... a huge fire..."

Cherry remembered how she had hoped with every single bit of her body and soul that it was only a joke. A very sick joke.

"I'm so sorry, Cherry..."
"... but there were no survivors..."

NO!!!! Cherry had clenched the phone and thought it had to be a lie, a big fat lie.

It had been only the night before when she had called home, to wish happy birthday to little Cauliflower, who had been so excited about the birthday party that Broccoli and Belle were going to arrange. The very first birthday party of the Garden family, every single member of the family would be there, and the next day there would be another party for Cauliflower and her friends.

"I'm so sorry, Cherry... So terribly sorry..."
"But... I'm in France..."
"Yes, I know that, Cherry... Apparently everyone stayed over-night after the party, your both uncles, their wives and your cousins. Your father told me personally that there could be some trouble ahead, as he had finally solved the mysterious theft-case..."
"But... What does that have to do with the party?"
" I'm so sorry, Cherry... We have no idea what happened but your father told me before that party that your uncle Broad Bean was behind those thefts and he would do something about it..."
Cherry remembered dropping the phone and bursting into tears.

Her whole family had died at the same time, she was the only Garden left.
Cherry remembered how the following days had been like a bad dream. Lawyers calling her back and forth, the Garden Valley's newspaper trying to contact her and the worst of all, the pictures the police sent her of the remains of the Garden mansion.

Cherry had finally found her refugee in the local café, eating delicious fruit pie for breakfast, lunch, afternoon snack and dinner.
Cherry smiled sadly as she remembered how good friends she had become the man who kept the café going, Gaston. At first she had gotten a huge crush on him but then she had found out how Gaston lived together with his fiancée. But they had become friends for life. Yes, Cherry had many, many bitter-sweet memories but it was time to move on.

All she had left was 20000 simoleans from her father's trust-fund and boat tickets to Galaad, an island near the Northern coast of France...

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#10Jennifer_RAug 30, 2010

Oh my gosh, no! What a terrible, terrible tragedy. \:\( I don't want to believe it...all the Garden's gone? But Cherry? Oh dear, Asparagus will be turning in his grave! \:eek\: What is Cherry going to do now? Maybe she will move to France and live there. The memories if she returned to her home town. Really well written chapter, Senja. \;\) I am in shock though...

#11Jennifer_RAug 30, 2010

Forgot to say congrats! on being feat'd. Well done! \;\)

#12MaxiboyAug 31, 2010

I love this series! Did you make the garden house yourself? If so, you should upload it to the site, it's so beautiful!!

#13marzikatAug 31, 2010

OMIGAWD THEY'RE DEADDDDD!!!! Well Cherry better hurry up and get married (unless shes planning on being scandalous)!!!! we can't have the Gardens die out!!!!

#14MangioSep 1, 2010

Such a huge shock.... Cherry is now all alone, like that? \:\( Poor girl, lost all the family to one disatrous family \:wub\: Didn't see that coming, well the Garden's must go on. Can't wait to see what happens now \:\)

#15RatRaceRobSep 3, 2010

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! \:eek\: No!  Did Broccoli and Broad Bean have a fight?  Did some flaming desert go flying in the frackus and start the fire?  Did someone get out but now they have amnesia only to turn up, years later for a joyful reunion (or dreaded drama)?  ((LOL, you did a wonderful job with this, at times I'm laughing out loud and then going, holy crap, what am I laughing for, this event is awful!!!))  Cherry Garden, good luck to you sweetheart ... hope that bad luck trait was pinned to one of the other (late) members of your family  ((Rofl, I mean *sniff* *sob* ... am I laughing \:P or crying \:\( ?... I think I'm in some kind of hysterics here \:confused\:  ... but either way, I'm still a huge fan!)) \:D

#16drewsolteszSep 7, 2010

Senja, this was a lovely narrative, going through Cherry's life, and what tradegy involved! Well done, can't wait to see what you do next!

#17mallorymunsonNov 30, 2010

honest, dear, my eyes are brimmed with tears. this is awful, just plain awful. i hope all will become well for little cherry, /:

#18Dec 25, 2010

great story

#19skittlegirl82Apr 2, 2011

Good story. I'm trying to catch up. Poor Cherry though losing her family. Hope things get better for her.

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