Emily Taylor

A Storm in the Family A few days ago, my older sister, Emily, invited me over. She suggested we meet

**June 12th** The morning light slipped through the curtains, warm against my face. For once, the house

“Morning,” muttered Diana as she shuffled into the office and slumped into her chair.

—Where can I complain about a daughter who hates me? —Someone should hear this, muttered Zoey, sprawled

The Flowers That Bring Happiness Autumn was fading, lingering over the city, leaving behind carpets of

The morning air was thick with quiet as Dana stepped into the office, her shoulders slumped under the

“Where do you even complain when your own daughter hates you?” Muttering to herself, Zoe

Autumn was slipping away, bidding farewell to the city at a leisurely pace, leaving behind carpets of

“Good morning,” muttered Diana as she walked into the office and slumped into her chair.

The mother-in-law wept bitterly right at the wedding. And only she knew why. The crowd of guests chanted “