Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry – February 12th** Helen sat by the window, watching the street below. Buses wheezed

“Mum, stop lecturing me. Mark and I were planning to have a baby in, like, three years… At least three!

The workshop manager’s buzzer sounded sharply. “Anthony, step into my office!”

Helen sat by the window watching the city pulse outside. Red buses screeched to identical halts at every

Margaret smoothed the delicate shortcrust pastry into the baking tin. Her son William, with his wife

**Thursday, 12th October** Discovered Dad had a mistress entirely by chance. I’d skipped school to accompany

“Anthony, step in!” the foreman barked through the intercom. Anthony knew another roasting was coming.

Right to Blunder That Father had a mistress, I discovered by chance that day – having skipped school

**Diary Entry** From the moment she stepped into our house, my brother Alfie and I despised her.

For six years, a young baker leaves food for a quiet homeless man—never even knowing his name!