The air in the small London flat was thick with tension. Victor and Margaret had regretted a thousand times over listening to their son and selling...
“Natasha, tell your son I wont be living with him anymore,” Emily said, her voice steady but cold. “Oh, will you now?” Natasha scoffed, crossing her...
Charlotte and her mother-in-law sat huddled on an old bed, both wrapped up warm against the winter chill. The cottage had only just had the fire...
**Friday, 15th September** Lily and her best friend Sophie had just finished their classes for the day. The evening was still bright, and Lily wasnt ready...
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**Tuesday, 28th February** My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight years old, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Down syndrome. But thats just one of...
My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Down syndrome. But thats just one of many things about melike my...
I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I imagined myself at seventy with red lipstick, dancing at the Sunday market...
I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I pictured myself at seventy with red lipstick, dancing waltz on Sundays in...
The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies small fingers, and in the other,...
Hey love, you wont believe the rollercoaster Poppys had lately, so grab a cuppa and listen. It all started when...
Dear Diary, I told Tom that we were living in a rented flat, even though the truth is that the...
I cant seem to find the words that will make my daughterinlaw understand that my son is suffering from chronic...
15March2025 Dear Diary, Im writing this for the only person who will ever hear the full truth of what happened...
31August2025 Diary I was born in a tiny village in the West Midlands. Im now twentytwo, and both my father,...
14April2025 Today I reflected on the way we tend to look after our ageing parents. My older brother, James, finally...
The effect of presence The sunrise was still painting the sky over the terraced houses of East Ham when Anthony...
Dear Diary, Grandsoninlaw, look!Elsie pressed her nose to the window. A pooch! she cried. Just beyond the gate a scruffy...
He had always felt that something was off, as if his life were travelling on a side track while the...
I remember old Ethel Whitby, who lived on the fringe of a tiny village called Littleford, way out in the...