Author: Emily Taylor

I didn’t get a warning… Just faced with the fact: how love turned into bitter disappointment.

He didn’t warn me… Just dropped it on me: how love turned into bitter disappointment My name is Emily.

My name is Margaret Simmons, and I live in a quiet neighbourhood on the outskirts of York. Everyone knows

**Diary Entry – 12th May** London hums like a kettle left to boil, and here I am at 27, living a life

In the bustling heart of London, where life hums like the kettle on a stove, my existence at twenty-seven

My name is Evelyn Summers, and I live in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of York. Everyone here

The community centre in a small provincial town in Yorkshire was old but cosy. Children crowded the hall

In the bustling heart of London, where life hums like steam from a teapot, my existence at twenty-seven

Happiness Built on Another’s Sorrow: How a Grandson Left His Grandfather Homeless My name is Margaret

The community centre in a little town up in the Yorkshire Dales was old but cosy. Kids were packed into