Emily Taylor

It was one of those mornings when the air itself felt heavy with change. Not good, not badjust different.

At work, my parents moved my childrens belongings into the basement, telling me, “Our other grandchild

Nickys Happy Ending Nickys happy childhood ended when he was just five. One evening, his parents never

“You’re nothing but a pauper,” scoffed my mother-in-law, little knowing she stood on

“Good morning, love.” “Good morning, love.” As always, he woke a minute before

**The Ungrateful** *Diary Entry* “Emily, we’re starving! Stop lying around!”

“You’ve not a shred of decency. Can’t you see how much Thomas is struggling? He’

At sixty-five, it dawned on usour children no longer needed us. How do we accept this and begin living

The Girl Who Sold Grannys Preserves and the Unexpected VisitorDawn broke over the quiet English countryside

In a dreamlike haze, a girl named Eleanor shuffled through the halls of St. Hildas Childrens Home, her