Emily Taylor

“Oh, where are you off to? Weve come to visit!” “I cant stand your sister!”

Everything seemed normal raising our tripletsuntil one of them started saying things no seven-year-old

**Diary Entry**I was halfway to my mother-in-laws with a freshly baked lasagne when my solicitor called

Three years after my husband left me for a childhood friend, our unexpected encounter at a petrol station

**The Poor Girls Laughter: A Twist of Fate** Amid the glittering chandeliers and champagne flutes of

**Diary Entry June 12th** Im sitting in the kitchen of our small flat in Manchester, clutching a cup

**Diary Entry A Desperate Search for Shelter** Nina had nowhere to go. Absolutely nowhere. “

The surgeon glanced at the unconscious patientthen suddenly recoiled. “Call the police immediately!”

**A Hasty Farewell: A Car Goodbye and the Return Home** He stepped out of the car and tenderly bid farewell

I became an orphan at six years old when my mother passed away giving birth to my youngest brother.