“Gran, Mum says we have to put you in a care home.” I overheard my parents talkingno child would make that up. Margaret Whitmore strolled through...
“Gran, Mum said we have to send you to a care home.” I overheard my parents talkinga kid wouldnt make that up. Margaret Wilkins strolled through...
Three nights now, I havent slept a wink. Guilt gnaws at me like a starving beast, leaving no moments peace. Its as if Im teetering on...
Three nights Ive lain awake, my conscience gnawing at me like a starving beast, refusing even a moments peace. I teeter on the edge of a...
They mocked me for being a “country bumpkin,” even though they came from the same roots I grew up in a tiny village in the Yorkshire...
The son wished to send his mother back to the care home. He glanced at the box before leaving. After her husbands passing, Agnes sold her...
**Diary Entry** I was mocked for being a country bumpkin by people who came from the very same roots. I grew up in a small village...
The son wanted to take his mother back to the care home. He glanced at the box before leaving. After her husbands passing, Edith had sold...
Long ago, on a misty morning in London, my father was driving to work when he stopped at a petrol station. There stood a young, pregnant...
**Diary Entry A Fresh Start in the Countryside** During the divorce, my wealthy husband, Edward Whitmore, decided to leave me with nothing but a derelict farm...
“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman asked softly, peering out the car window as if the world outside made...
“Has he still not called, Mum?” asked Andrew, gazing at the woman hunched over the table with bare, pleading eyes....
**Diary Entry 23rd December, 1985** *”Has he still not called, Mum?” asked Andrew, staring at the woman sitting at the...
One day, my dads new wife showed up with a big box of sweets and two little poodles wagging their...
**Diary Entry 15th May, 2024** Every day, I walk to my grandsons school. Im not a teacher or staffjust a...
One afternoon, my fathers second wife appeared at our doorstep. In her hands was a box full of sweets, and...
**Diary Entry** My fathers new wife appeared one day with a large box of sweets and two little poodles wagging...
“Heart? You’re only twelvewhat do you know about the heart?” “I know that if it doesnt beat right, a person...
**Diary Entry** Every morning, I walk my grandson to school. Im not a teacher or staffjust a grandfather with a...
The key turned in the lock, and Emily, careful not to make a sound, slipped into the flat. The hallway...