**Diary Entry** Mums voice was sharp, relentless. When are you two finally going to buy a flat? She sat on the sofa in our rented one-bedroom...
**”You Must Give Us the Child. We Are His Real Parents,”** the strangers said on the doorstep. “Mum, can I skip school tomorrow? My head hurts...
*The Family Recipe* “So, youre seriously going to marry someone you met online?” Margaret Spencer eyed her future daughter-in-law with the same scepticism shed use on...
**Diary Entry 12th March** *”What the hell are you doing on my laptop?”* Alex snapped, looming over Emily. She’d never seen him like this before. Emily...
Claire had decided that only we were responsible for spoiling her children. My husbands sister had made up her mindwe were the ones obligated to pamper...
The Laughter at the Poor Girl: A Twist of Fate At a lavish party in a grand mansion in one of Londons wealthiest neighbourhoods, Emily and...
**Diary Entry 12th May** I sit at the kitchen table of our cramped flat in Manchester, clutching a cup of tea long gone cold, the taste...
Homeless and Hopeless: A Desperate Search for Shelter Emily had nowhere to go. Absolutely nowhere. “I could sleep at the train station for a few nights...
**Diary Entry: A Hasty Goodbye** I stepped out of the car and bid my lover a tender farewell before heading home. As I reached the flat,...
I became an orphan at six years old when my mother died giving birth to my youngest brother. I remember it clearlybeing six and suddenly motherless....
A year had gone by since her only son, James, passed away. The funeral had been small, but Eleanors grief...
Spotting the dog lying by the bench, she rushed over. Her gaze fell on the leash carelessly left behind by...
Spotting the dog lying by the bench, she rushed over. Her gaze fell on the leash, carelessly left behind by...
My mother and sister saw me as nothing more than a walking walletthey never bothered to care about who I...
Long ago, in a small town near Manchester, I was raised in a house that never truly felt like a...
Nineteen years later, my mother reappearednow she wants money and a roof over her head. I was ten years old...
**Diary Entry 12th March** Its been nineteen years, and now shes backasking for money, a place to stay. I was...
I finally cut ties with my familyand for the first time, I can breathe. Growing up, I believed family was...
The relatives wasted no timethey simply dumped the box of kittens onto the street. Corgi trotted after them without a...
I cut ties with my familyand for the first time, I can breathe freely. Growing up, I believed family was...