Cyrus Hargrave

Oh, I’ve got a story to share with you. It’s about a woman named Margaret Wilson—everyone

**Diary Entry** For most of my life, I was just a servant to my own children. Only after turning forty-eight

**Diary Entry – 12th October** I’ve come to realise more and more that blood ties don’t always guarantee

Now I am seventy. Alone as a lone tree in a field. To my daughter, I am nothing but a burden.

My name was Lydia, and just a few months ago, I was certain I understood everything about life, marriage

**Diary Entry** Life in our quiet little town by the Thames had always been peaceful, where neighbours

In a quiet seaside town where the smell of salt mingles with the cries of seagulls, I, Emily, met my

My name is Evelyn, and I live in a small town in the Yorkshire Dales, where rolling green hills meet

Our daughter is desperate to marry a layabout, and we’re terrified! In our cosy little town in northern

My name is Eleanor. I live in a quiet village in Yorkshire, where everyone knows each other, and gossip