Emily Taylor

I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at the mess, and I can’t believe my eyes. Yesterday was my birthday

**Tuesday, 15th May** I’m standing in the kitchen, surveying the chaos and barely believing my eyes.

**Diary Entry** Last night, my mother-in-law, Mary Smith, stayed over. First thing in the morning, she

I’m standing in the kitchen, staring at all this chaos, and I can’t believe my eyes. Yesterday was my

We had my mother-in-law, Margaret Williams, staying the night. At the crack of dawn, she burst into our

**Diary Entry** Last night, my mother-in-law, Margaret Williams, stayed over. At the crack of dawn, she

In the quiet little town of Winchester, tucked between cobbled streets and old brick houses, Helen’s

**Diary Entry** Twenty years ago, in the quiet town of York, beneath the shadow of old brick buildings

In the quiet lanes of Canterbury, beneath the arched shadows of old brick houses, Helen’s world collapsed

In their sixty-fifth year, they finally understood their children no longer needed them. How does one