Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** When I spotted Evelyn in the park years later, pushing a pram, my heart skipped.

It’s been four years since I last spoke to my own mother. And no, I’m not ashamed. When I got married

When I saw Charlotte after all these years—sitting in the park, pushing a pram—my heart skipped a beat.

As soon as her daughter finished school, I fled from my husband. —Heartless! —Poor bloke, how could she?

**Diary Entry** “You brought misery into this family!” my mother shouted at my teenage daughter. “

**Diary Entry – 12th June** The moment my daughter finished school, I left my husband. —Shameless!

As soon as our daughter finished school, I left my husband. — What a disgrace! — Poor bloke, how could she?

How can I make my husband’s daughter go live with her grandmother? I can’t stand his child.

“You’ve brought misery upon our family!” the mother shrieked at her teenage daughter. “

**October 12th, 1985** *”You’ve brought nothing but misery to this family!”