Emily Taylor

People usually say girls like me are “gifted”. I’ve always considered it a curse.

I was orphaned at six. Mum already had us two girls when she went into labour with the third.

They’d call folk like me “gifted.” I always deemed it a curse. But I shall tell the

Thursday, 15th of October Ealing, London The elastic around the cake box was fraying, but the crumpled

“You’ve really let yourself go. Gotten plump. I don’t want to look elsewhere—I swear

I was orphaned at six years old. Mother already had two daughters when she went into labour with her third.

Margaret Thompson adjusted the napkin carefully under the vase with flowers, her hands trembling slightly

**The Handkerchief** Once again, Gregory’s snoring filled the room. Annoyed, Emily pushed his arm away

After three years divorced, I suddenly became father to twin newborn boys. My own fault for not finalising

“I’m not going!” shouted Emily, slamming her bedroom door hard. “Ooh, aren’