Author: Emily Taylor
Two years have passed. In all that time, my daughter hasn’t written a single word. She’s erased me from her life.
When I finally found a bit of personal happiness, my daughter called me crazy and told me I couldn’t
Two years had passed. Not a single word from my daughter since then—she had erased me from her life.
Two years have passed. Not a single word from my daughter since then—she has cut me out of her life.
**December 12th** Emily Whitmore sat by the kitchen window, watching the first December snow drift lazily
When I finally dared to have a life of my own, my daughter called me mad and forbade me from seeing my
When I finally found a personal life, my daughter called me crazy and forbade me from seeing my granddaughter.
Her daughter is due any day now, yet all she can think about are spas and parties—as if she isn’t about
When I decided to move my mum from the countryside to the city and bring her into my home, I truly believed
Evelyn Whitmore sat in her kitchen, gazing out the window as the first December snow began to dust the streets.