Author: Harlan Covington

Recently, my daughter got divorced and moved back into our cramped flat with her little one.

The door remained shut. “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered

“Dont look at me like that! I dont need this child. Take it!” a stranger shoved a baby carrier

**Diary Entry** Emily stood in the middle of the living room, the holiday ticket tucked inside her handbag.

John waited for his bride. The guests had gathered, the day meticulously planned, yet Gretaalways so

I wiped my damp hands, wincing at the ache in my back, and shuffled to answer the door. The knocking

**Diary Entry** *Thursday, 12th October* “Dont call me again! Why waste time on something you dont

After my wife and I got married, things couldnt have been better. Wed tied the knot with the idea of

“It’s your motherso it’s your responsibility!” he said, but shed had enough.

**Diary Entry 12th October** Youve grown so plain, youll definitely have a daughter, my mother-in-law