Emily Taylor

I remember the day Oliver first stepped into our home. He was fivesmall, fragile, with wary eyes that

**Diary Entry A Night That Changed Everything** It was a quiet Monday evening, just past seven, at *The

**Diary Entry** In a corner of London, where tangled electrical wires crisscross overhead like the citys

Grandad left me a crumbling old cottage in the countryside in his will. When I first stepped inside

My name is Edward Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome.

I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I imagined myself at

The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies

My kids were outraged when I asked them to pay rentin their own childhood home. I retired three months ago.

**Title: The Gift of Life****Chapter 1: Echoes of the Past**My name is Geoffrey, and I am 61 years old.

When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit had to be Oliver. Only hed call at such