Emily Taylor

**The Ginger Sprout of Love** I was on my knees, pulling weeds between the vegetable beds when I heard

The Grandmother from Nowhere Mila slept as though she had worked three shifts without rest when a sharp

The Ginger Sprout of Love Tanya was on her knees, pulling weeds between the vegetable beds, when she

“He’s not our child!” said Ellen. But life had other plans. Ellen stood by the stove, irritably

**The Grandmother from Nowhere** Layla slept like she’d pulled three back-to-back shifts, until sharp

The Grandmother from Nowhere Abigail slept like she’d worked three shifts back-to-back when a sharp knock

Anton woke up to the sound of a frying pan sizzling in the kitchen, the kettle boiling, and the smell

“He’s not our child!” Helen snapped. But fate had other plans. Helen stood by the stove, angrily stirring

“He’s not our child!” cried Ellen. But fate had other plans. Ellen stood by the stove

**Antony’s Hidden Gift: A Twist of Fate** I woke to the clatter of a frying pan in the kitchen, the whistle