Emily Taylor

**December 31st** Outside, fairy lights twinkled in the frosty air. Inside every home, families sang

**Diary Entry** “It’s your own fault you have no money. Nobody forced you to marry and have children.

On New Year’s Eve, his parents threw him out into the street. Years later, he opened the door for

On New Year’s Eve, his parents threw him out into the cold. Years later, he opened the door for

“It’s your own fault you’re broke. Nobody forced you to get married and have kids.”

“It’s your own fault you’ve no money. Nobody forced you to marry and have children,”

The children didn’t come for our anniversary—and it became the start of a new life. At last, we remembered

He refused to marry the pregnant girl. His mother stood by him, but his father rose to defend the unborn child.

The children didn’t come for our anniversary—and it became the start of a new life. We finally remembered

The kids didn’t come for our anniversary—and that was the start of a whole new life. We finally remembered