Emily Taylor

“What are you on about, Mum?!” Emily’s voice cracked as she gripped the back of the chair. “

“How is this fair?” Graham waved the will in front of the solicitor’s face. “

Margaret Thompson stood on the doorstep of her own flat with two suitcases in her hands, unable to believe

“I can’t believe this!” Edward waved the will right under the solicitor’s nose. “

**”You’re Not My Real Family, and That’s That”** “You should mind your

Lydia Wilson stood by the window, watching unfamiliar children play in the yard. A little girl with pigtails

Kicked Out of My Own Home Margaret Thompson stood on the doorstep of her own flat with two suitcases

“Don’t Count on My Pension” “Mum, honestly, you’re doing it again!” Emily snapped, slapping her palm

“I’m not your real mother, and that’s all there is to it!” “Stay out of

“Mum, not this again!” Emily groaned, slapping her palm on the kitchen table. “