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☕ Mori-Winslow Journal Entry - Day Two

Gameplay Journal [October 15th, 2025]

The second day with the Mori-Winslow household began before sunrise. Everette woke up around 4AM to check on the kids, quietly slipping through the house like he’s done this a hundred times before. After making breakfast, he kissed Ami after his shower and went for a jog around the neighborhood, like the man has his whole life figured out.

Meanwhile, Ami eased into her own morning rhythm: getting Rowan up for school, sharing breakfast with him, and then - finally - a moment to breathe with her morning coffee in her little nook.

Then came the whirlwind. Feeding Willow. Dressing Willow. Then dressing herself. (Because motherhood hierarchy, obviously.) Everette went down for a nap, but Ami got a surprise text from Sebastian that sparked a whole turn of events.

Apparently, Ami’s relationship with Sebastian and Marisol was in the red. When did that even happen?! I took it as a misunderstanding! New neighbors, maybe a rocky first impression, you know? But Ami decided to fix it the old-fashioned way: by making a fruit and chocolate platter for the Swift-Davenport household.

She packed Willow up and went next door.

Outside, she and Marisol had a surprisingly heartfelt chat before Ami and Willow were invited inside. And then... it happened. Willow finally met Amara.

😭 My heart! Just look at them. The two of them sitting together, tiny besties in the making. Evergrove’s girls. I’m so excited to see what kind of trouble, magic, and mischief life will bring them.

While Ami was busy reconnecting with the neighbors, I saw her suddenly get the Caregiver memory buff. (My heart. She really is such a natural.) But out of the corner of my eye… Willow. Making a mess in the Swift-Davenport entryway.

Ami’s buff literally seconds before said she was wondering about being lenient with Willow, and she marched straight over to give her a firm reprimand. 💀 I was howling. Willow pouted and glared daggers at her mom all the way home afterward. The attitude!

By the time they got back, Everette was outside still in his robe, cleaning the grill, while Rowan was home from school watching the Classics channel on TV. Everything felt calm again, like the soft exhale at the end of a long day.

Entry Title: The Homecoming Hiccups October 14th, 2025

There’s a certain magic that comes from watching a home come alive before it’s truly finished - paint cans open, sunlight streaming through uncurtained windows, and the faint buzz of creative chaos still humming in the air. That’s where the Mori-Winslows are right now: somewhere between “under construction” and “almost home.”

I was knee-deep in decorator mode, fussing over tile placement in the kids’ bathroom and mentally arguing with myself over which pastel would actually say "organized whimsy," when I made the fatal error: I clicked Live Mode.

And like clockwork, Everette and Rowan strolled in early.

There, they stood. Father and son, arms crossed, and both wearing identical expressions of subtle disapproval. The aesthetic critics had arrived. Everette surveyed the room like a man who’d just walked into an unfinished symphony, while Rowan mimicked his stance, chin lifted ever so slightly as if deciding whether the wall trim met his internal standards.

“It isn’t quite how I…” Everette muttered. Rowan nodded, slow and thoughtful. “It is off, Dad.” “Let them work,” Everette replied, sage as ever.

And just like that, my two self-appointed design consultants exited stage left, leaving me to my creative devices while they went outside for what I can only imagine was a father-son summit on color theory and emotional resonance in modern homes.

But that’s when the magic happened.

Outdoors, surrounded by the soft greens of Henford’s countryside, the energy shifted. The critique melted into laughter and embraces. Willow toddled after them, giggling, her curls catching the sun, and in that moment, I caught something that made me laugh out loud. My earlier headcanon that Willow loves to be carried everywhere was instantly validated. A new quirk notification popped up: “Willow loves to be carried.”

It’s like she knew. Like she heard me building her story before I even wrote it down.

Watching her mother scoop her up, holding her close while Rowan looked on with a smile that said “Yeah, that’s my sister,” was a moment straight out of a family scrapbook. When Everette rejoined them, trading design critiques for hugs, the whole family seemed to align in quiet harmony.