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tycoon22 · 1 year ago

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How to Find Rental Properties in Abu Dhabi?

You can start your search for rental properties in Abu Dhabi by utilizing online platforms such as Property Finder, Tycoon Real Estate, and Simsari. These websites offer convenient filtering options, allowing you to narrow down your choices based on location, price, size, amenities, and other preferences.

In addition to online resources, you can connect with certified real estate agents or registered brokers who possess the expertise to assist you in finding suitable properties. They can guide you through the process, negotiate terms with landlords, and handle the necessary paperwork.

To gain a better understanding of the available options, consider visiting the neighborhoods that pique your interest. Look out for "For Rent" signs displayed on properties, or engage with locals who might provide valuable recommendations.

For comprehensive information regarding leasing properties in the UAE, it's advisable to explore the official government portal. This resource offers insights into tenant and landlord rights and responsibilities, documentation requirements, applicable fees, and mechanisms for dispute resolution. By thoroughly researching and utilizing these strategies, you can enhance your chances of finding the perfect rental property in Abu Dhabi.

What types of properties for rent in Abu Dhabi?

There are many types of properties for rent in Abu Dhabi, such as:

Apartments:

Studio Apartments: Compact living spaces with a combined living area, kitchen, and sleeping space.

One-Bedroom Apartments: Larger than studios, these apartments offer a separate bedroom and living area.

Two-Bedroom Apartments: Apartments with two bedrooms, suitable for small families or individuals seeking more space.

Three-Bedroom Apartments: Ideal for larger families, these apartments provide multiple bedrooms and living areas.

Penthouse Apartments: Luxurious top-floor units with exclusive amenities and panoramic views.

Villas:

Independent Villas: Detached single-family homes with private yards, often preferred for families seeking more privacy.

Compound Villas: Villas within gated communities that offer shared amenities like pools, gyms, and security services.

Townhouses:

Single-Row Townhouses: Individual townhomes with a private entrance and outdoor space.

Double-Row Townhouses: Townhomes located within a row of similar units, often with shared facilities.

Serviced Apartments:

Fully furnished apartments with hotel-like services, including housekeeping and maintenance.

Shared Accommodations:

Rooms for Rent: Individual rooms within a shared apartment or villa.

Bedspaces: Dormitory-style arrangements with multiple beds in a single room.

Commercial Properties:

Office Spaces: Rental spaces for businesses and organizations.

Retail Spaces: Shops and storefronts available for rent in various locations.

Warehouses: Industrial spaces for storage and distribution.

What is the average price of Rental properties in Abu Dhabi?

Apartments:

Studio Apartment: AED 40,000 - AED 75,000 per year

One-Bedroom Apartment: AED 55,000 - AED 110,000 per year

Two-Bedroom Apartment: AED 75,000 - AED 160,000 per year

Three-Bedroom Apartment: AED 100,000 - AED 250,000 per year

Villas:

Independent Villa: AED 120,000 - AED 450,000+ per year

Compound Villa: AED 150,000 - AED 400,000+ per year Townhouses:

Single-Row Townhouse: AED 100,000 - AED 200,000 per year

Double-Row Townhouse: AED 120,000 - AED 250,000 per year Serviced Apartments:

Prices can vary widely based on the level of luxury and services offered.

Commercial Properties:

Office Spaces: Prices vary based on location, size, and facilities. Average rates can start from AED 1,000 per square meter per year.

Retail Spaces: Prices vary based on location and size.

Where is the Most Expensive Area in Abu Dhabi?

The most expensive area in Abu Dhabi are:

Al Reem Island: This man-made island has become a hub for luxury living, with a range of upscale apartments, penthouses, and waterfront properties. The island offers a modern lifestyle, with numerous dining, shopping, and leisure options.

Saadiyat Island: Known for its cultural attractions, Saadiyat Island is home to high-end villas, beachfront residences, and exclusive developments. It features the Louvre Abu Dhabi, Guggenheim Abu Dhabi (under construction), and a championship golf course.

Al Bateen: A prestigious residential neighborhood with luxurious villas and seafront properties. It's a sought-after area due to its tranquility and proximity to the city center.

Emirates Palace District: This area is characterized by its opulent properties and the iconic Emirates Palace Hotel. It offers a mix of luxury villas and palatial residences.

Al Maryah Island: A rapidly developing area with upscale properties and commercial spaces. It is home to luxury hotels, high-end shopping, and the Cleveland Clinic Abu Dhabi.

Al Raha Beach: Known for its beachfront properties and waterfront living. It offers a mix of apartments and villas with scenic views.

Best Real Estate Agencies in Abu Dhabi

There is a wide selection of reputable real estate agencies in Abu Dhabi that can cater to your property needs. According to various sources, some of the top real estate agencies in Abu Dhabi include:

Tycoon Real Estate: With a strong presence of over 15 years in the Abu Dhabi market, Tycoon Real Estate has earned recognition and awards for its services. Whether you're interested in renting property in Abu Dhabi, buying, or developing properties, they offer comprehensive solutions to meet your requirements.

Crompton Partners Estate Agents: Acknowledged for their professionalism and expertise by notable entities like Aldar & Rilam, Crompton Partners is a prominent real estate company in Abu Dhabi. They specialize in various aspects, including residential sales and leasing, property management, and investment advisory.

Core Real Estate (Cushman & Wakefield): As part of the renowned global real estate consultancy Cushman & Wakefield, Core Real Estate provides valuable insights and guidance to private and institutional clients looking to acquire, lease, or develop commercial, retail, and residential projects across key locations in the UAE.

These highlighted agencies are among the esteemed options in Abu Dhabi's real estate landscape. However, there are numerous other agencies available, both through online platforms and referrals. To explore a broader range of choices, you can also refer to lists of real estate agents in Abu Dhabi for additional possibilities.

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kaylaxwrites · 4 years ago

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Street Kid

Pairing: (platonic!) Frank Castle & Reader Words: 1.9k Request: “hi :) can you do a platonic frank castle imagine where he is in a fight and looses alot of blood and end up passing out in an alley but a street kid (16/17 yo female) stitches him up and saves him and later he runs into him and they develop a father-daughter relationship? thank you so much!” (anon) A/N: I don’t know if this is what you wanted, and my mind blanked half way through when trying to come up with some father/daughter scenarios, so that aspect of it probably isn’t the best. But!! even though requests are technically closed, I’ll also some father/daughter requests for if you have any specific situations/scenarios you wanted to see. Just because I feel really bad that I couldn’t write what I wanted to see so it’s probably not what you wanted to see lol

Warnings: reader has an ambiguous background of being kicked out by her parents and she’s homeless and also somewhat-graphic description of stitching somebody up. but it’s a punisher fic, so you know

You ducked through the alley, taking the shortcut you always took. You stumbled to a halt when you noticed a body laying on the ground. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, you thought as you inched closer to the man, letting out a breath when you noticed the rise and fall of his chest. You hesitantly leaned over him, toeing him with the edge of your shoe. “Buddy…uh, you okay there?” you asked, nudging him a few more times. It wasn’t until the fifth nudge until he finally gasped awake, wildly swinging at you the instant his eyes opened.

“Woah, woah, woah,” you called, stepping back several feet. “Chill, dude, you’re fine.”

It was a few moments for him to calm his breathing and gather his surroundings. “Who’re you?” he grumbled, words almost slurred.

“Uh…Y/N. I was just walking by and I saw…” You noticed his wide away of injuries then. He was so bruised and bloodied, you weren’t sure where one wound ended and another began. Blood obscured his face so you couldn’t make out any details as to who he might have been. But the skull on the chest was a dead giveaway. The Punisher. “I think you need a hospital.”

“No—no hospitals.” He stumbled to his feet but crashed into a dumpster, unable to find his balance.

“Uh, yes. Yes hospitals.”

“M’fine.”

“Uh-huh. Is there…is there anyone after you? You look like you got the shit beat of you. They won’t be coming back, will they?”

“No. No.”

You sighed. “Glad that’s settled. So if no hospitals, you got anyone I can call? You got friends?”

“Look like I make friends?”

“No.” You looked around and sighed. “Well, I wouldn’t feel like a good Samaritan if I left you all by yourself. You wanna follow me or…?” He huffed something that almost sounded like a laugh, but hesitantly shuffled behind you after you started walking.

You kept pace with him as you navigated to your home. No, house? No…place you slept. The abandoned building that acted as the roof over your head wasn’t much, but it was all you had. After your parents had kicked you out a year and a half ago—and your subsequent emancipation—it was the best spot you could find. The shelters were always overcrowded and no landlord in their right mind would lease to a sixteen-year-old, so you settled. At the very least, you were able to spend money earned from your two fast food jobs on things other than rent. Like food. And a nice sleeping bag. And, useful in instances like this, a well-stocked first aid kit.

You held open the gap in the chain link fence for the man to wince his way through. In any other instance, you’d feel hesitant to let a stranger—a grown man, no less—into what acted as your home, but this was the Punisher you were talking about. Even though he…killed…people, you read enough in the news to know that his moral code—however skewed it was—wouldn’t let him hurt women or kids. As you fell squarely into that category, you figured you were safe.

You kicked open the door to your building and led the Punisher up the stairs to the room where you camped out. You directed him to sit on the dusty table at the center of the room. You pulled out the first aid kit you had, as well as a couple clean towels you had nicked from work. You set those on the table next to the Punisher before pulling the 48-pack of water bottles out from under the table. You wet a towel with one of the bottles and handed it to him. He started cleaning his face until he could finally see clearly through the blood.

“You live here?” he asked after taking in the room fully. You noticed his eyes lingered on the sleeping bed and mat framed by battery-operated string lights in the corner of the room. Then he finally took in your appearance. “Jesus, you’re just a kid.” And your age, apparently.

“I’m eighteen!” you tried to defend yourself. Frank arched an eyebrow, eyes sliding to your stuffed animal still propped up on your pillow. You sighed, looking down. “Sixteen. And a half,” you added after a moment. As if it would help your case.

“Where are your parents?”

You crossed your arms defensively. “It’s a long story.”

“Fair enough.” He looked around the room once more. “You got a mirror I can use?” You nodded and slid a half-shattered mirror from behind the door. He nodded his thanks and stepped over to the mirror, sliding his shirt and vest off with a grimace.

You puttered around while he did whatever he needed to fix himself up and clean himself off. You tried to avoid looking over at him, the blood making your stomach queasy. You were able to ignore him until he caught your attention half an hour later.

“Kid,” he called. “Kid. Hey, kid!”

It was the last one that startled you to attention. You jumped and turned to face him. He was cleaned and stitched up. For the most part. He definitely looked a lot better than when you saw him for the first time. But you still thought he should go to the hospital. Punisher or not.

“I need your help,” he continued.

“How am I supposed to help?” you asked.

He turned to show you a gash on the back side of his ribcage. “Needs stitched. I can’t reach it.”

“And you want me to…” You gulped.

“You got anyone else here to help out?”

“Well…no.”

He gestured you over and then pressed a needle and tweezers in your hands. You eyed the curved suturing needle warily. “I’ve already sterilized everything. I just need you to close it.” He braced himself against the wall with his opposite arm.

“I—I don’t know what to do.”

He pulled your hands so they were against the wound. “You gotta pinch it closed then about half a centimeter from the edge slide the needle in and straight across.”

You followed his directions and gagged at the feeling of the needle sliding through skin. “Oh my god! That is disgusting!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep going.”

You gagged again as you pulled the needle through the opposite edge of skin. “Now what?” you asked, breathing heavily.

“Double knot it and cut it off. And then go every quarter inch or so until the end.”

You did as he said until the entire would was sealed off. You raced to grab a bottle of water to pour over your hands. You never wished more for running water so you could thoroughly wash the blood off your hands—and the memory of feeling the sutures pull against skin. “Please tell me that’s the only one,” you said when your hands were the cleanest they were going to get.

“Yeah, that’s the only one.”

“You do that often?”

He chuckled. “More than I should.” He shrugged his bloody shirt back on, seemingly preparing to leave. “You stay here by yourself?”

“For the most part,” you answered. “I mean, sometimes there’s a few kids who hole up downstairs, but for the most part, it’s just me.”

Frank looked conflicted, as if he wanted to leave but didn’t feel right leaving you here alone. After a few moments, he seemed to make up his mind. “I should probably lie low for a little while. You mind if I stay out in the hallway?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t…I don’t have, like, any extra pillows or anything to give you, though.”

“Trust me, kid, I’ve slept in worse places than that dingey hallway.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I probably should…be getting to bed,” you said. You weren’t anywhere near tired, but you don’t want him to feel like he needed to hang around you any longer. You passed him two water bottles as he stepped outside of the room. “Well, uh, goodnight, Frank.”

He tensed as you said his name. “How do you know my name?”

You almost rolled your eyes. “Uh, it’s not exactly like you’re incognito. The Punisher logo on your vest kind of gave it away.”

“Right. Night, kid.”

“Goodnight.”

You smiled and shut the door, moving to curl into your little bedspace. If you were being completely honest, you felt the safest tonight sleeping here than you’d ever had. Logically, you knew the Punisher was supposed to be some big, scary man, but deep down, you knew no harm would come to you with Frank Castle sitting just outside your door.

The sunlight slowly woke you the next morning. You squinted into the light that poured in from the broken window above your sleeping bag. You turned over and tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. You rose from the makeshift bed, wincing as your joints popped, and made your way to the hallway. You looked down each end, but Frank was gone. It didn’t surprise you that he left at some point in the night, but you couldn’t say you weren’t a little disappointed he wasn’t there. You shuffled back into your room, freezing when you saw what was on the table.

Breakfast.

A hot, steaming breakfast.

You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it earlier, what with the smell now wafting towards your nose. Instantly, your stomach rumbled. You rushed over to the takeout container, eager to find what was inside. A sticky note on top simply read “Thanks, kid,” but you set it aside. Your mouth watered the instant you opened the container.

Pancakes.

This was probably the single most happiest moment of your life. You hadn’t had a hot meal—let alone a hot breakfast—in who knows how long. The platter spread before you seemed like a feast. You dug in happily, savoring every bite until it was gone.

That was the last you expected to hear from the Punisher. You stitched him up, he bought you breakfast the next day as thanks, that should be it, right?

Turns out Frank Castle was a man of many surprises.

Nearly every single day from that point forward, you would find a takeout container centered on your table. Sometimes, he left you breakfast like that first day—sometimes pancakes, sometimes omelets, but all from the diner a few blocks down the road. Other days, he’d bring you dinner, leaving Chinese takeout containers piled high on the table or a Tupperware container full of homemade spaghetti. You weren’t sure who made the spaghetti—you couldn’t exactly picture Frank in the kitchen—but it was incredible, nonetheless.

Your favorite days were when Frank lingered after dropping the food off, eventually going as far as to sit and eat with you when he could. Those days left you feeling the happiest. Dinners with Frank happened more and more until he offered you the small second bedroom in his rundown apartment. “I’m never gonna use it,” he said, “and I’m not gonna bust you out of jail if you get caught for trespassing.” You eagerly grabbed the opportunity with both hands—you wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if that horse would get you out of this rat- and cockroach-infested hellhole. Living in an actual apartment would be a dream.

Thinking back on everything, you weren’t sure when the feeling began, but one day, you realized…you felt like a family. By all means, the relationship you had with Frank Castle was far more familial and paternal than any you’d ever had with your biological family. With each passing day, you couldn’t be happier that you’d stumbled across a half-dead Punisher in the alley that night.

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lishapbs · 2 years ago

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roomselfcontain2 · 5 months ago

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kiwisoap · 5 years ago

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OK SOMETHING ABOUT INNS IN FANFICS: Something i see in a lot of fics is inns being treated basically as old timey hotels where you rent a room and get a key. (Most shows certainly portray them like that, which is understandable for plot and filming purposes.) Now, im not going to say that there weren't inns like this, im sure there were!! BUT it wasnt the predominant business model. I volunteer as a guide for a local historic inn so I got pretty familiar with how old inns work and the thing is, in general, you wouldn't rent a room. You rented a bed. or even just bedspace.

It was too expensive to build indvidual rooms for each bed, so the rooms that were already there just had as many beds as possible put into them. You might have 4 or 5 rooms in a good-sized inn, but with 4 or 5 beds in each room. You paid for your bed (or bedspace) and just cozied up with whoever else was there. If the place was crowded, you might end up sharing a bed with 1 or 2 strangers. Fun times!

I know that kind of setup doesnt work for some fics but I think it would be nice to see it represented occasionally! Theres a whole lot of potential there, not to mention the historical accuracy factor. Character has a long awful day of traveling and stops at an inn to rest, ends up having to try and sleep between two snoring strangers? Tell me that isnt funny as hell.

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mollyphoria · 4 years ago

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(off my chest post.)

As soon as I turned the age of 27 last year it was like I've been awaken from a cruel false dream. I opened my eyes then boom I see 27 years of my life laid out in front of me wasted. Yes it took 27 effin years for me to wake up. I wasted all this years and now I'm suffering the consequences of not following my heart, now I'm suffering the repercussions for not realising my dreams sooner as well as pursuing them. I don't believe in myself enough to stand for what I really want so I let society dictate me. I dont love myself enough to believe that I have the capabilities to follow my dreams, luck wasn't on my side too,the odds were never in my favor. So yes I guess I blame both myself and the circumstances given to me on why I failed in life. I failed myself. Society failed me. The system failed me. Oh how I envy people who were able to realise their dreams when they were a kid. these people mostly turns out to be the successful ones in life while I'm left in shambles of not knowing what to do or having such a huge dream I knew I would never reach it. I wanted to become a supermodel but I'm not pretty and tall enough plus I'm from a country not supported by society on having supermodels. Then I wanted to be a rock star. Touring the world, playing the guitar, performing on stage. I can probably make this happen but once again I don't believe in myself and lack of support from family/society was what made this dream seem to get more impossible. I would like to pursue the arts anything from singing, dancing,writing ,painting,drawing etc but I let myself be influenced by what our society drills in my head everyday that there's no money with any of these endeavours so I never got serious to try to achieve greatness from these "useless, juvenile" dreams and plus you need God-given talent to qualify pursuing the arts and I don't have an ounce of it.

So as time goes by I continued to grow older like a dead leaf flailing around in the wind without a specific direction but downwards. But deep-rooted in my soul I knew what I wanted but I chose to stupidly ignore that little voice in my heart that tells me what to do. I to this day continue to beat myself up why I haven't even tried to listen to myself.

So what I did was to completely surrender myself to settle for a lesser,smaller dream that I could possibly reach according to the circumstances I'm handed with

I took up a course in college that I felt at the time would be something I would enjoy and easy,cheap enough to simply graduate and have that diploma just for the sake of it. When I got into the real world and became a full pledge adult for the first time ever I got hit by depression and that's when I first acknowledge that I'm not made for this at all but what I did instead of abandoning it was to try again and aim higher which is to have my own wings and to fly high in the sky and see the world. I held on to that dream. I went to school again. For a moment I had a purpose and for the first time I had direction. I thought I found myself as I try to get those wings. I thought that this will be my redemption. I made myself to believe that I'm meant to do this. I went above and beyond to achieve success. But alas I continued to be the chosen reject and once again odds weren't exactly on my favor and I have given up by the time I'm 27 years old. This is when it all crashed down on me I was chasing a dream gone dead all those years and basically wasted my youth as a result and gained nothing at the end. And I have to admit that i somewhat resent God for putting this dream to flourish in my heart but never gave me a breakthrough to even achieve it. I was left beaten and destroyed. I slaved myself away for nothing, experienced all those sufferings for nothing. I got nothing for all those sacrifices and hardwork I did. Literally all those blood,sweat and tears were for absolutely nothing at the end. I was utterly broken down,my heart was utterly crushed nothing left but broken pieces and a whirlpool of regret. If even this small, mediocre dream I settle myself for is still unattainable for me then my life is no longer worth living. I then proceed to wallow on self pity and resentment and went down to the worst depression I've ever experience in my life. Tears kept on falling like faucets in my eyes. Every streak of effort, energy, motivation ,hope left my body,mind and soul altogether. I turned ultimately dead inside. I don't have anything left in me to even pretend to continue fighting my way into this world. I can't even help myself to help myself. it's like I already died and what was left is just a hollow husk of my former self.

At 27 yrs old i went back to zero. I'm left with nothing to hope for, I didn't gain anything from all the things I went through. After Having the painful knowledge that the journey I made for myself all throughout my teenage to mid twenties is only to become of worthless dust and vomit at the end it made me inevitably bitter about life in general. I started acknowledging thoughts of dying for real. How I realized that it's better to be dead than to be alive, how I wish to have never been born at all. I missed all of these opportunities to win in life and I felt like giving up. Because Life is Suffering nothing more nothing less we will continue to suffer coz that whats life for this is the true meaning of life we are just put here to live so we can suffer and I'm not cut out for it I'm too weak to even restart again.

I realized alot of things. When I was a kid I was always looking forward to the future. I was foolishly, completely convinced that my life will get better as I get older and now that I'm older it turned out to be such a stupid thought coz life didn't get better it only gotten worse and it could only get worst from here on out.

Starting now I shouldn't hope for things to change for the better. It's dangerous to have a false hope and I swear to myself that I wouldn't let myself be fueled by false hope anymore.

And now that it's October I will turn a year older unless I cease to exist first.

I'm honestly scared of the future, now that I can see the true essence of it in its whole entirety.

At 28 I'm running out of time.

I missed the chance to get my life stable.

At 28 I'm entirely clueless on how to get my shit together and I don't even think I have the strength to improve myself. I felt like I just don't care anymore.

At 28 I should have already bought my mother a new house instead I'm stuck and rotting away in a room at her own old house.

At 28 I'm still miserable asf

Still bitter asf

Still dumb asf

Still doubtful asf

Still a loser asf

Let me discuss the thoughts I have about this song 28 of Agust D. This song single handedly describes the anxiety I feel for getting older. The fact that the age he pertained on the title of this song is 28 exactly the age I'm about to turn into soon just solidifies the strong grip it acquired to hold my heart and soul. I felt extremely lucky to turn 28 at the same year with someone as genius as him (tho his 27 international age) nevertheless I'm thankful about this.

Tho there are things that I'm honestly confuse about him having the same fears with someone like me who's a nobody without any single awards, recognitions, accolades or any kind of impact to the world, who's not loved and praised by millions nor have millions of money in my bank account, who doesn't have a big house,big cars nor big rings.

It baffles the living daylights out of me that a person like Min Yoongi who achieved so much in life would feel scared about not knowing his dreams is really about as he gets older. He basically achieved every single one of the dreams I have for myself. His overly set for life that his great great great great great grandchildren will be also set for life. His life wasn't the same like before. His life changed for the better . He earns millions of money by doing what he loves at such a young age. He simply won in life.

We are both 28 but the life I'm bestowed in is the utmost opposite of the life his bestowed in. I'm at the loser end of the spectrum while his in the winner side yet we share somewhat the same fears and anxiety about having to grow older.

This made me question if happiness is really just an illusion. well the genuine authentic euphoric kind of happiness.

Is existence all really just a one big mess with occasional ephemeral pleasure?

If a person who accomplished so much at only 28 still feels depression what's left for me then should I just go kill myself?

Alot of the reasons why I got into this level of depression is because I didn't fulfill anything Yoongi fulfilled.well I'm not really into fame so much but i hope i succeeded on not having to worry about whether I could buy a house or rent an apartment. Yoongi could buy a building for himself while I can't even afford a bedspace of my own

Yoongi could travel the whole world in a whim while I'm mostly stuck in the same place

The stark contrast of our lives is so immense I cant even get my head wrapped around it

My only dillema is that I'm afraid to die but I'm also afraid to live

It's been proven to me now that living in this world is not really living at all it's just purely surviving and I can't deal with this

I'd rather die than to be a slave to the system. And it seems like I don't even have a choice maybe to disappear is the only way out

I'm just not cut out with the cards I've been dealt with

If only I could voluntarily pull my existence out of here then I would do it in a heartbeat

I wish there is a stop button from all of these

#twenty eight #agust d #october #time #sadnees

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Melanie was devastated after the father of her daughter ran away from his responsibility. She was young then and had no job to earn her a living. Melanie’s mother who was still alive took pity on her and her newborn, Melitta. She invited them to stay in their house while Melanie recovered from giving birth. Unfortunately a couple of weeks after, her mother suffered from a heart attack and died shortly after reaching the hospital. Frail, depressed and alone, Melanie felt more hopeless to be a mother, or to even live in fact. She thought of putting Melitta for adoption.

The day before she was ready to leave her daughter on the porch of Goodwill Orphanage, Melanie had a spark of hope. She thought of redecorating and renovating the manor her mother left behind. The inheritance was small, but her mother owned a garden famous for her roses. A season of continuing her mother’s horticultural legacy earned Melanie more than enough money to re-do the entire mansion to her liking. She added a few more rooms which she decided to be rented for international students at the nearby community college. With the income from her bedspaces and garden, Melanie was able to lay her foundations back again in life and ground her to keep on moving forward. Melitta was two at that time. She was just learning to talk. Despite all of Melanie’s efforts to reinvigorate her life back, she never failed to put being a mother first. Melitta spent the first two years of life in tender love and care. Melanie promised her nothing less for the next years to come.

Melitta showed academic excellence early in her years. She exercised good command in language and had always gained praise from her teachers. She was smart as much as she was active. Melanie was proud of her decision to keep her even though the guilt still haunted her every night.

A few years of tending and maintaining the roses garden her mother built, Melanie found no need to rent her rooms anymore. The income from the garden was more than enough to give her and her child financial stability. After another small renovation to redo the rooms, Melanie focused on her garden and studied horticulture further through an organization called the Garden Gnomes.

One assembly that they had, their chairwoman, Morgan, suffered a heart attack right in the middle of their meeting. Faced once again with the condition that killed her mother, she figured to do what she failed to do before. Melanie brought Morgan to the hospital immediately. Thankfully, the incident didn’t turn out to be fatal. A few days in the hospital nursed Morgan back to full health again. The attending doctor, Dr. Evan Murphy, caught Melanie’s attention. Soon after Morgan’s discharge, Evan asked Melanie for a coffee by the hospital’s canteen. The talk led to another, to an official dinner date, to the day Melanie introduced Evan to a 10-year old Melitta. Evan was more than supportive and proud of Melanie after knowing what she and her daughter have gone through. He promised to stay with them and to give them the family they deserve. Evan had never broken his promise. Hence, that vow bloomed more beautiful with the roses through the seasons. Melanie gave birth to her second daughter, and first with Evan. Melitta named her Brenda. It was a pretty name according to her parents. With a bigger family, Melanie became prouder of her decision to continue living; living it with her daughter, and now, for the newfound growing family she’s part of. Six years later, Melanie and Evan added a new member to the family, Noah, their only son.

Evan Murphy was a simple-loving man who wanted the best his family needs and wants. Good thing they all wanted the simple life together, happy and open. Evan envisioned to love a woman by his late 20s right after med school. He didn’t expect to love two; one as his lover, one more as his daughter. It wasn’t a hindrance for him to consider, but a novel experience that made his life more meaningful, purposeful. Evan felt fulfilled seeing Melitta grow each day having the rest of her life lived with a father around. He saw himself important, as much as Melitta did. Evan felt not just romantically involved with Melanie. Rather, he felt welcomed to a family that had already been. He found purpose to share responsibility with Melanie, and give her the love time took away from her.

In a few days, Melitta will be off to the university already and Melanie was alive to see that day. The guilt was gone and the pride for herself, and for her daughter, for her husband, for the entire family, blossomed so well as a life well lived. Roses continued to grow by their backyard which Melanie did not falter to take care of. As flowers were the ones who pulled her out of hardships, Melanie planted more of them. These plants bloomed to be the loving family she has been part of. She knew she made the right decisions to be here at this moment.

#thesims4 #thesims #sims4 #sims #ts4 #family #depression #siblings #love #hardship #simstory #emotional #original #familylife #Murphy

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