Put another candle on my birthday cake

A/N: Okay guys, just a heads up. I’m going to try something different with this chapter, which is just switching to third person. I feel like I’m not doing it right in first person, so I’ll need your opinion at the end of the chapter to tell me which way is better. Okay? Thanks! Also, some of the pictures are crappy, I’ve learned better since taking them, thankfully.
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Where did the last few Sim-Years of my life go? Linn wondered as she reached for Mulberry, helping him out of his cot. Today was a big day for the both of them. It seemed that it was both of their birthdays today, so Linn had bought them a cake (she couldn’t afford two, besides, who would eat all of it?). Part of her was sad because the only person she could think of to invite over was Davis, but he was busy babysitting for the Cheesecake family on the other side of town. So on one of the most important days of Linn’s life so far, it was just her and Mulberry. It seemed to be a recurring theme.
Now that Berry had had his nap, it was time to blow out his candles. She’d placed the cake out on the kitchen counter, but now she realised it probably would have  been better on the table. Oh well, she’ll move it when it was her turn to blow out the candles. “Now, Berry, you have to think of a wish before blowing out the candles. Close your eyes and wish for something you really want!”

Linn closed her eyes and thought of something she would wish for when she blew out her candles, which wasn’t much, just some friends for herself and her son. They leaned into the candles, and Linn showed her son how to blow out the candles by gently blowing air.

He followed her lead and blew out the candles, which was probably more to him drooling all over the cake than anything else.

She set him down on the ground and watched in suspense as the sparkles spun around him, faster and faster. If she blinked, she would miss the all important aging up! Sadly, she did blink and suddenly a little boy was standing in front of her, almost a mirror of herself, except that his skintone was a little duskier, the only sign of his father.

Immediately he rushed off to the bathroom to check his appearance, and she heard from behind the door, “Oh, cool! Purple eyes!” A smile teased up the corners of her mouth. “Mulberry, it’s my turn, come out here and pretend you care!” The door opened and out he came, cheeky smile and all. Oh boy, was he going to be a trouble maker, she could see it now.

While Berry was cheering and chanting “Happy Birthday” in the background, Linnea leaned over the cake, made her wish and blew out the candles. The sparkles enveloped her and when she opened her eyes, she could feel there was a difference.

Immediately, she checked herself in the mirror. “Holy cow, do I look grown up, or what?” After that, she went straight to the dresser and changed into the new outfit she’d bought from the secondhand store in town, as a birthday present to herself.

And she looked gooooooood, if she did say so herself. Mulberry had distracted himself with gorging himself on birthday cake, while Linn decided that now that he could goto school, she could get a job.

Picking up the newspaper from outside, she sat down at the dining table and pulled it open, looking for something that she was both good at and would make her lots of money. After all, she hadn’t forgotten her dream of making it rich!

After perusing the paper for ten minutes or so, slowly going through the adverts for jobs (waitress? berry, no! delivery driver? don’t have a car, even if I did.. no. CLEANER? Just. No! Ugh!) her eyes eventually found what she was looking for. A job in the culinary career. She could already picture herself as hotter, younger version of Nutella Lawson on television, doing cooking shows and making wads of simoleons. Quick as a flash, she was on her feet, and told her son that she was going to go get herself a job. He nodded along, all the while his eyes were glued to the television screen, eating his cake. Shaking her head slightly, amused, Linn raced out of the door, and down town.

She was going to get that job, no matter what.