Author: Emily Taylor
WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: FAREWELL, MY DEAR BOY. THANK YOU FOR IT ALL. I’ve sat here for hours, searching
WHEN LOVE MEANT LETTING GO: FAREWELL, MY DEAREST BUDDY. THANK YOU FOR IT ALL! I’ve sat here for hours
For years, I gave a homeless man breakfast—then a dozen strangers turned up at my wedding. I never imagined
“Blaming me, are you? Propped up the kid and vanished. Oh, you… overslept, you daft old…
**Diary Entry** I never imagined a small gesture of kindness would return to me in such a remarkable way.
I thought my life was settled at 64—then my dog came home with a horse and a hidden past. My name is
“You don’t mind if I wear your wedding dress, do you? It’s not like you’
I thought my life was settled at 64—until my dog came home with a horse and a hidden past. My name is
“Mum, maybe we should just let Gran go out and get lost? It’d be better for everyone,”
“You, Ellen, don’t squabble so much. The most important thing is to marry well—that’s how you’ll