Author: Cyrus Hargrave

In the heart of London, in one of those neighbourhoods where electric cables crisscross above the streets

My name is Edward Whitaker. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome.

I never imagined my old age would smell of disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I pictured myself at seventy

**Diary Entry 12th June** The morning found us on a dusty lane leading away from the village.

My children were outraged when I asked them for rentin their own home. I retired three months ago.

When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit was Edward. Only he would call at such

The prisoners final wish was to see his dog one last timebut when the animal entered the cell, something

Elizabeth Whitmore lived to the remarkable age of 117. Researchers believe her extraordinary lifespan

The father saw a bruise under his daughters eye and made a callhis son-in-laws life was about to unravel.

“Please, will you marry me?” begged the lonely multimillionairess to the homeless man.