Emily Taylor

When will you be gone? the daughterinlaw whispered at my hospital bedside, unaware that I could hear

I hadnt asked you to ruin your life Emma, are you sure youre alright? You dont make decisions like that

Emily, are you watching the boys? Can we count on you? Olivia looks pleadingly at her motherinlaw.

For a year I was slowly fading from an unknown illness, and just yesterday I saw my daughterinlaw slipping

Did I even give birth to you? I shout, my voice ricocheting off the thin walls of our cramped flat in

7th November 2025 My 70th Birthday I have reached the milestone of seventy years, having raised three

Mom, imagine this: dads new wife is ill, and theyre saying its something serious.Let me tell you about

12November2025 Diary Ive watched the whole drama unfold in our tiny terraced flat on the outskirts of

The flat was oppressively warm, so she drifted to the window. Outside, the heat seemed to be slumbering

Madam, are you sure? a man’s voice, pleading, floated through the receiver. Very well, lets give