Author: Emily Taylor

Emily sighed as she dropped her bag by the desk, her face drawn with exhaustion. “At the last meeting

**Diary Entry** I always dreamed of having grandchildren. It was something I imagined even when my son

The son didn’t invite me to his wedding because he thought I was just an old woman. Now I’m not even

My son didn’t invite me to his wedding because he thought I was just an old woman. Now I’m not even sure

I always dreamed of having grandchildren. The thought crossed my mind even when my son Edward was just a boy.

**Diary Entry** I always dreamed of grandchildren. Even when my son Oliver was just a boy, I pictured

**Diary Entry – 12th March, 2024** Forty-seven years. Nearly half a century. Almost my whole life.

Forty-seven years. Nearly half a century. Almost my entire life. We’d been through youth, middle age

Forty-seven years. Almost half a century. Nearly my entire life. We’ve shared youth, maturity, sickness

So, I let my ex move in with me to help him get back on his feet, and then he brings home a new girlfriend