Emily Taylor

When I stepped onto the street that night, I had no idea where my path would take me. My suitcase felt

“Leave her here, let her die!” they muttered, dumping the elderly woman into the snowdrift.

**A Wealthy Woman Visits Her Sons Grave and Finds a Tearful Waitress Holding a Baby What She Discovered

The man returned home and, without even removing his shoes or coat, announced, “We need to have

The November wind cut through the skin like knives, while a damp, bone-chilling cold rolled in from the river.

**Diary Entry** When I spotted the dog lying by the bench, I rushed over. My gaze fell on the leash as

My mother and sister saw me as nothing more than a walletthey never truly cared to know me.

Nineteen years later, my mother reappearednow she wants money and a roof over her head. I was ten when

“Did we really build a big house without any proper purpose?”“So we built a grand house

My mother pretends to be ill to avoid work and lives off us. She never had the slightest desire to work.