Author: Walton Merritt
“Mum, Dad, hello! You asked us to come overwhats happened?” Emily burst into her parents
Long ago, in the quiet English countryside, the evening air hung heavy with unspoken tension. *”
Granny Mary had made up her mind to die. It was Friday, midday, and after sipping a bowl of millet porridge
Emma had been sitting in the queue for nearly two hours, waiting for her turn with Old Nell.
“Come on, Buster, lets go home,” murmured Alfred Whitmore, stroking the scruffy dogs head. “
The otter with pleading eyes arrived before the fishermen, begging for helpand in gratitude, left behind
“Oh, whos this?” gasped Lucy as she stepped into her friends kitchen. Under the warm glow
He said I wasnt cut out to be a dad but Ive raised these kids from the start. When my sister Emily went
**Diary Entry 12th April** Growing up, food wasnt always on the table at home. Mum did her best, but
He told me I wasnt father materialbut I raised these children from the very start.When my sister Megan






