Emily Taylor

Maggie Thompson was sitting on a bench in the garden of the Willow Grove Care Home, wiping away tears.

Rise early and make mum a soup, Peter demanded. Let whoever gave birth to her do the cooking.

Listen, Emily Moms just brought a new saucepan, Alex peered into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck.

He refused to pay for his wife’s operation, bought her a burial plot in the old churchyard and

June 12, 2024 Tonight I sit by the dim light of my kitchen, the hush of the village settling like a blanket

The caretaker whispered, her eyes darting over the glass partition. Mrs. Parkers children areodd, she murmured.

I found two little children in my garden, raised them as my own, and after fifteen years some strangers

Listen, Emily Moms just brought a new saucepan, Alex peered into the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck.

Evelyn Harper still remembers the day her voice cracked like a winter twig, Shes nobody to us!

I found two little children in my garden, raised them as my own, and after fifteen years some strangers