Walton Merritt

Two years have gone by. Not a single word from my daughter since then—she’s erased me from her life.

**A Shaggy Saviour** The steady rhythm of the train rumbling beneath me and the blur of trees outside

When I finally found a love life, my daughter called me crazy and forbade me from seeing my granddaughter.

Two years had passed. Not a single word from my daughter since then—she had erased me from her life.

When I finally found a life of my own, my daughter called me mad and forbade me from seeing my granddaughter.

Margaret Whitmore sat in her kitchen, gazing out the window as the first December snowflakes began to

When I first brought Mum from the village to live with me in the city, I was sure it was the right thing to do.

It was just an ordinary Tuesday. I came home from work a bit early—dreaming only of peace, a cup of tea

“Mum, you don’t need to call me every day”—words that shattered my heart. “

**At the Table with Parents… Who Didn’t Recognise Me** This isn’t fiction, not a film plot or some urban legend.