Cyrus Hargrave

A year had gone by since her only son, Oliver, had passed away. The funeral had been small and private

The biting November wind cut through the skin like knives as damp, bone-chilling cold rolled in from

Spotting the dog lying beside the bench, she rushed over at once. Her gaze fell on the lead, carelessly

My mother and sister saw me as nothing more than a walletthey never truly cared to know me.

Nineteen years later, my mother showed up out of the bluenow she wants money and a roof over her head.

My mum pretends to be ill so she doesnt have to work and lives off us. Shes never had the slightest desire to work.

**Diary Entry** The relatives wasted no timethey put the box of kittens out on the street. Corgi followed

**Diary Entry** Ill never forget the day I found a crying baby in a pram at my neighbours doorstep.

He refused to marry his pregnant girlfriend. His mother supported him, but his father stood up for the

“If your mother doesnt live with us, Ill divorce you!” And he did “If you wont let